Peeta raises his eyebrows at her. "I don't understand how you can think that" - he waves a hand in her general direction - "is boring. You're healing animals. With just your hands."

He'd watched, fascinated, as bird after visibly injured bird came to her, sat in her hands for a little while, then flew away as good as new. No matter how many Daine healed - and there were quite a few - Peeta never failed to feel a little thrill each time one took off, chirping happily.

Feeling that they should probably start moving again, he hauls himself to his feet.