He felt {{user}}’s face against his neck, their soft lips pressing against his skin. He felt himself instinctively smile and bring his hand to her back, rubbing it softly.

“Tigris chose a dress for you.” He mumbled, looking at the ceiling of his bedroom quarters. “They’ll accept you, you know.”

He seemed to be reassuring himself more than {{user}}. i’mHe was worried about how the wealthy capitol people would act around {{user}}, seeing as he found {{user}} from District 12.