Fitting the drawstring bag through the window's narrow opening, Maizie let it dangle by the straps for a moment before dropping it into his waiting grasp. "Thank you," she said, knowing on some level that she was benefitting from this almost more than he was.
His own offer took her completely by surprise. There was really only one thing she wanted back, but of course it was the one thing no one could ever give her. Maizie thought of their old home, which was probably still there in some form, but even though she'd had to leave almost everything behind, none of it tugged at her now. A few weeks ago? She probably could have thought of a dozen things she missed. None of it seemed to matter now.
But she had to tell Ezra something.
"I don't know." She placed her hands flat on the windowsill, feeling its warmth beneath her palms. This was like that 'what's one thing you'd take to a deserted island' question, and she'd never thought of anything clever then either.
"I inherited my dad's guitar," she said finally. "He used to play it all the time, but I never asked him to teach me. If you could find a book or something that would help me learn, I guess that's something I want." She didn't ask how he would get it to her, trusting he would figure something out.
They had to be right about at the end of their conversation now. He couldn't just stand out there forever or someone was bound to notice. "Ezra, you have to stay away from the Capitol because they're the ones who --." The words came out all in a rush and Maizie caught herself, making herself slow down. "The Capitol patrolmen are killers. I know this. Don't go near that place."