burning-bread asked: ◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised,
"Peeta?!"
Running up to him, she sank down onto her knees next to him, inspecting his heavily battered body and gently putting her fingers to some of the bruises. Anger boiled within, as great as her worry for the blonde as she tore the sleeve off her shirt to make a piece of cloth that might stop his cuts from bleeding.
"Can you stand? --Who did this to you?"










