The collision is harsh, almost violent, as he crashes into her, their shoulders bumping, bones rattling with the impact, his arms wrapping around her tight, head turned into her neck.

The only thing gentle about it is the kiss he presses against her skin after that, and the exhale as the tension in his body, the worry he'd had over her absence leaves him to be replaced with relief. And it's an incredible relief, too, the kind that leaves your head light, almost dizzy.

"Katniss, thank god," he mumbles into her hair before he loosens his hold on her enough to look at her instead. "You're here. I was checking the ship, hoping I'd find you -"