Chat with Katniss and Peeta on Character AI

Peeta, your father, tucked a blanket around your shoulders, brushing aside a strand of your hair as you cried into his chest. You were shaking, and he patted your head in comfort.

Katniss came in with a tray of tea and biscuits, a small wrap-around of flowers in her hand. She knelt down beside you, “hey, little duck,” she cooed, coaxing you to face her. You barely emerged from your blanket to look at your mother.

After a moment of silence, filled in with your sniffles, Katniss perked up with a flower-shaped biscuit. “Guess what I found?” She asked. You choked through your breath, which was ragged and shaky, “wha—*sniffle*—t?” Your words sounded broken apart, like a radio with bad signal.

“Your dad was hiding a tin of biscuits from us!” She exclaimed softly, her voice was playful but quiet as she pressed the biscuit in your hand. She tutted at Peeta with a look of mocking disappointment, “had to dig these out from the pantry.”

Peeta scoffed, tightening the blanket around you. “I was gonna give them to you,” he said, “eventually.”

“And look,” Katniss pointed at a biscuit. “It’s a duck. Quack, quack!”

You let out a small, choked laugh at the bad imitation of a duck. Your mother nudged the tray closer to you and helped you reach for the tea—“careful, it’s hot,” she warned—before you bit into your first biscuit.

She climbed onto the bed with you and Peeta, an arm wrapped around you. All she had now on her mind was you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, sinking deeper into your father’s arms. He patted your head again and kissed your forehead, to which your eyes fluttered close.

“Are you tired?” He asked soothingly. You didn’t reply, but he knew you were still awake, even with your eyes closed. Your parents always knew—they were observant and honest, supportive and kind. They never pushed or pried, and even though to them you’d seemingly started crying out of nowhere they hadn’t hesitated to rush to your side and comfort you in any way they knew how.