It was so easy to forget that most people did not enjoy the darkness of the woods; the silence save the occasional rustling of a nocturnal beast; the fluttering of leaves in a soft, whispering wind. Night Sky held the torch in front of them, looped her arm around him, and gently kissed his cheek. "We're almost there, sweetness. You're safe. Nothing can get you."

And if it tried, well, shame for it, then.

She continued moving them along, light flickering over rocks and trees, casting shadows that might spook her poor lover but she did not notice initially. Night Sky whistled to alert her dogs as they approached the open area where her camp resided, both hounds hurrying through the brush to meet them to walk alongside the pair and keep watch. Added protection, if Finnick wanted it.

The campsite itself was small, surrounded by trees in a circle Night Sky had clearly carved out herself. A tent was set up, the front wide open and the inside looking almost akin to her bedroom in the castle — blankets and pillows galore. A small campfire was set with wood stacked nearby, along with a bucket and a few other odds and ends for when she stayed out for days. "See? Nothing to worry about." And promptly lit that campfire with her torch.