Haymitch sees it, and nods. He'd thought she'd be able to make it. She'd had that survival instinct, that knack for being able to take care of herself.

There hadn't even been a damn thing he could do to help her at that point - she'd been delirious within an hour. Even if he had found a rich enough sponsor, which was something of an impossibility for what he wanted, she wouldn't have known to use what he sent.

Effie hadn't even protested when he simply gathered up all the bottles and set them on the table as he watched, slowly knocking them off.