It is Daine's weapon of choice, though her bow doubtless bears little resemblance to the ones on offer. "I expect we should," she says glumly as she starts across the land bridge. Even if it winds up not being needful, at least Peeta won't have to be the only one of them carrying a weapon.

There's no one in the cornucopia when they arrive, and Daine gapes at all the weaponry available. Plenty of folk back home have seen battle - her more than most - but the knowledge that all these weapons are intended to be used by unwilling participants in a fight to the death turns her stomach. There is a bow, though, prominently displayed as if it was waiting for her. She hurries over to it and picks it up, swinging a quiver of arrows over her shoulder with practiced ease. It's a fair strange bow, lighter than her own and made of a material that isn't wood, but she hefts it and decides the balance is good enough.