Peeta hasn't found the same peace in their rest that Daine has. The longer they go without meeting anyone - or anything - else, the more he's certain something is going to happen. As Daine frees her arrows from the tree, Peeta stands and dust himself off.

"It should probably be getting close to the end of the hour," he calls. "We should get moving again soon." They need to find water, and food. Or maybe they don't need to; it's just a dream, after all.