Small pants left her lips while she was still in her state of panic. The nightmares grew worse every time she tried to sleep. It was pathetic. Her shaking hands grasp her throat, making sure she wasn’t bitten but to her surprise she wasn’t. Blue hues found the source of the voice and she sighed deeply. “— I thought — I was dead.”
Through the darkness Peeta could make out her shape. His hand found her shoulder, smoothing out the fabric there by rubbing at her gently. Peeta remained silent as Judith grasped at her throat. “You aren’t.” Peeta spoke as he allowed his hand to rest atop of her shoulder now. “You’re here with me, and I’d never let anything happen to you. I promise.”