"I'll be fine, honest. I've got to remember to trust the fall." Katniss sighed as she straightened and stretched. As Ellana gasped, she turned around, looking for a threat -- but Ellana was worried about the book.

Which frankly, was not a bad thing to be worried about. Katniss moved towards her and the volume, "Oh Creators ... well, the dirt's not too bad." She frowned at the bent pages, before snapping her fingers, "You know what, we just need a rock and a few hours time. You can put the rock on the book and it will force the pages to flatten out."

She shakes her head, "And I'll tell them it's my fault. You weren't careless with the book, I was careless with my fall." Books are a precious commodity. She would feel horrible if Ellana couldn't access them.