Call Daine optimistic, but she's sort of assuming they're going to wake up before it really feels as if twelve hours have passed.

When they reach the section of beach that she's fairly sure corresponds with the jays, she tries carefully lowering her mental shields. It's far quieter than it was, but after the self-imposed silence, the pain and confusion of the injured jays still hits hard enough to make her wince. "I think they're done," she tells Peeta, "but some of them are hurt." She hesitates there, wanting to head right into the trees - it feels safe enough to her - but aware that Peeta doubtless knows more than she does about what to expect.