"Yeah, that'll need tying up. Anyone here can do stitches?" She looks over her own injuries - bloody, but not terribly deep. She doubts they'll be in the Arena long enough to need to worry about infections.

She glances up, as if aware of the clock and the strains, the guilt, the impatience that will come with it.

"We can figure out a strategy while that happens. I can go with someone and try to get the ribbons. That's what it is for this District, right?"