[ Oh. Yeah. That's ... a fair point really. Hunter droops visibly as Rue (gently) does exactly what he asked him to do: tell him when he's done something wrong. (It's good, it's good. He'd rather know, truly.) ]

I'm sorry. It - it won't happen again. I just ... got so tangled up with my feelings about the guard's letter that I couldn't tell you about anything else without having to also admit how long I didn't deliver it. It just got worse and worse.