Daylight wasn't normal in the arena, it was man-made. Katniss knew they would need to make camp for the night. She wanted to find water and build a shelter but right now, they could only do so much. Glancing to Haymitch, Katniss knew he must be feeling the pain and she wished she was as smart as Prim, able to make some kind of herbal remedy but she couldn't think of anything right now. She could only hope Peeta could act soon and give some relief to the pair. Katniss could sleep easier and Haymitch's wound would be patched up. Of course she had to wonder about Primrose and Gale and how they may be faring. Then of course the other four Tributes she could tentatively consider allies, were also nowhere to be seen and she hoped none of them had been slain.

When Haymitch mentioned camp, she gave a nod. Even though he wasn't in the best of moods, she understood why and hoped that making a fire would at least give them some comfort. While they traversed the woods, she kept an eye as well as an ear out for anything noteworthy yet so far she hadn't seen a sign of an animal and she wondered if the Gamemakers had done so on purpose, most likely. As they walked, she finally gave into temptation and had a bit of water. She passed it to Haymitch, knowing he needed it more than her, given the circumstances. She didn't want to down it all yet, not when a new source had yet to be uncovered. 

Katniss was sure there would be clean water somewhere nearby. There had to be, it was logical Of course the arenas didn't need to cling to logic, not when those pulling the strings were obviously deranged. "Thank god." She looked to see Haymitch had found a way to deal with the boils. She had considered doing that before but she was glad Haymitch had tested the theory himself. Now she felt more relieved but still couldn't shake the loose the knot in her chest. She missed her sister and wanted to know Gale was keeping her safe. But she also had to worry about the present and Haymitch who was by her side for the moment. If she was all alone, trying to find someone, she wasn't sure if she could actually take that kind of mental torture.

"I'm glad I've got you." She found herself saying before she could censor the sentimentality flowing past her lips. She really was though and she didn't care if those watching thought it was cute or cheesy, Katniss just knew he was why she could stay so calm when being pushed back into the arena she thought she could finally leave behind. And she knew it was selfish of her to ask him to take Peeta's place, but she was so glad he did and she wanted even more now, to get Haymitch safe and far away from the Capitol. "I don't think these trees are good enough to climb up and sleep in, we should take our chances and make camp now, maybe try to light a fire and get food." She said as she set her pack down and began to kick some leaves away with her foot into more comfortable piles. "Would you be alright with me leaving to scout around?"

Even though it hurt like hell, he knew he should be considering himself lucky, as he hadn't died or had anything other severe reaction to the evil mist. He wasn't up to going back out, not after he saw that mess. He was sure some shy Tributes were in the city strife but he didn't think it was too dangerous if they spent the night and went back out the following day with more rest and less strife. As he focused on his breathing and closed his eyes, he heard her doing something. "I'll be fine." He assured her. He felt rather stupid for being taken down by something so easy as mist but he had to tell himself that it was produced in some factory and designed to hurt anyone and everyone. He just hoped the Careers ran into it too, that might make the pain worthwhile.

He would hate to think that other Tributes got special treatment but he once again told himself that he and Prim and Haymitch and Katniss had done some good in order to win favor with others willing to give them Gifts. He opened his eyes just in time to see that Prim was about to press some cloth to his forehead. He swallowed and fluttered his eyes but the pain he expected, hadn't come. Instead, he was greeted with cool soothing relief. He inhaled sharply but slowly exhaled. He licked his lips and looked to Prim. "Mmm yeah much better." He replied her to softly, finding his mood improving and he was sure sleep would come much better now.

"Thank you." He breathed out. He rubbed the back of his neck and then took the time to look Prim over to make sure that she was alright. He knew they needed to cook their meat soon though. If they did, it couldn't be where they were or it could lure strangling survivors, be them man or beast. "Are you okay? We may need to go back out to cook the food and eat it here, I don't think it's wise to cook it in here, it could just attract hungry trouble." He commented. Of course if Prim wanted to stay in the building and cook the food where they were, that was fine with him. He wanted the evening to go by smoothly, as it was their first after all and they had six more to endure after that. "If we stay here and cook, we better check around the area, I don't want food to be why we're ambushed."

Getting to his feet, he stretched and smiled at Prim before he helped her back up to her feet as well. Even though the day didn't look like it was close to ending, he knew that the sun could set anytime the Gamemakers wanted it to. They had to be prepared. If they days were shorter, it just gave them less time to suffer. Gale wanted to ensure they all got out alive. "No matter where we cook though, I'm glad we have something to eat." He mentioned. "Maybe we can save some and use it for traps." Trap people or animals, either way Gale wanted to keep Prim safe no matter what. "Or just eat it." He reconsidered with another small smile. Of course the task of starting a fire was now glaring at them. "Maybe there's some stashed supplies around the city. I assume it's rigged with traps but we could look around. What do you think?"