She's never seen one of the weird pig rabbit creatures before, but they look edible, so she'll trust that they are. It already smells pretty good.

She sits down next to Steve, pulling out all the plantain and yarrow leaves she had stuffed in her clothes, hoarded like she had hoarded the food back in the Capitol. As far as she's concerned, it's just as precious.

Her nose wrinkles at the sight of his cut, but it's not out of disgust. She's seen worse wounds when people get caught in threshing machines. It's more out of displeasure at how it seems to already be on the road to infection.

She starts off by pressing yarrow leaves on his wound. That should suck up the blood before she can get to disinfecting. "We got a bowl?"