For the first time since she had felt the heavy hands drop on to her shoulders while watching Katniss being pulled from the arena by the rebels, Effie felt a little glimmer, a little bubble in her chest. Hope, or happiness, or something she couldn't pin down, but it was like a little bird fluttering in her rib cage and she wanted to keep it there.

She shifted, wrapping her arms around him. She knew Haymitch wasn't exactly...touchy feely. But she had no other way to express how it made her feel.