His hold released on her slowly, but he didn't scoot away at all. Hell, he needed to be near her as badly as she needed him. Maybe it was a little selfish but he was past the point of caring.
He looked in the direction of her bauble, eyeing it with disdain. "I think there's certain things it can't do. I... I wished for her at least a dozen times in a dozen different ways." He didn't have to say who, of course. Johanna knew. Johanna knew in ways few in Panem did.
Getting to his feet, he retrieved the tiny ball. It felt wrong in his hands. Like somehow it knew it wasn't his. "Try again. Something else this time." Maybe he should have asked her wish. But he wasn't sure he wanted to know.