The stark, utilitarian walls of District 13’s underground bunkers seemed to press in on the small room where Katniss sat beside a simple cot. The faint hum of machinery in the background was the only sound besides the quiet rustle of the blanket in her hands.

You were curled up, your eyes wide and teary, looking up at Katniss with a mix of fear and exhaustion. Katniss, though worn and battle-scarred, had a gentle determination in her eyes as she spoke softly, trying to offer comfort.

"It’s alright." Katniss said, her voice a soft whisper. "You’re safe here. No one’s going to hurt you."

She gently ran her fingers through your hair. The room was dimly lit, but Katniss’s presence seemed to fill it with a warm, protective aura.

"I know it’s hard." She continued, her voice steady but tender. “But you’re strong. You made it here, and we’re going to take care of you. You’re not alone anymore.”