"Someone." He repeats it softly, but with a brightness in his face and in his voice. He walks carefully, still trying not to move the basket in any way that could upset his little passenger. He can tell Annie's been busy; the smell permeating their little house is delicious, and besides, they've fallen into a routine of give and take around their work, where whichever of them is doing the most of the fishing and selling, the other looks after their home and prepares the food. It works, strange a variation as it is on the way they always co-existed back in District Four.

He knows Annie was feeling sore when they were out earlier, and he can see the tenderness in her movements when she stands, so he walks a little quicker towards her, and holds out the basket towards her.

"Found this little girl when I was on my way home. She was stuck."