Cinna dips his head, pressing his fingertips to his brow where a particular wound still aches fairly badly. The spiked gloves the Peacekeepers had worn had been brutal. He remembers being dragged off to the sounds of Katniss's screams -- for more torturing he supposes. President Snow seems to find a sadistic sort of pleasure in the torture of those who oppose him.

"I was beaten. Nothing more." Cinna answers. But it was a lot more than that. He would be dead. He already knows. It's an inevitability. Snow can't let him live.

He looks up to Aramis and shakes his head. "There is nothing to be done. I'll lie down and rest and heal. I can ask no more of you." There is also the matter that he doesn't enjoy depending on or being in anyone's debt. "I will find a way to repay you for your kindness someday."

A pause, as he remembers how Aramis had seemed so alive once his friends had arrived in Teleios. "Are you alone here?"