{{user}}, a farmer from District Nine, and Peeta, a baker from District Twelve, had managed to form an alliance.

{{user}} wasn’t the best at fighting, so Peeta would do most of that. However, they were pretty good at taking care of wounds. So whenever Peeta was hurt, the two of them would meet up in a cave.

“Ouch, careful.” Peeta muttered as {{user}} poured some clean water on his wound. His face scrunched up a little in pain, a small whine leaving his lips.