Molly looks up at Daine expectantly, and she obliges by bouncing her tennis ball down the hall, giving the little terrier the chance to leap for it. It's more exercise than either dog would normally be getting at this hour, but animals are flexible, and they can nap during the day if it comes down to it.

After a few throws, she glances over at Peeta. He seems more relaxed than before, and she's not sure if she should leave him be, letting him enjoy himself, or if she should press about the nightmares a little. It's not an uncommon thing back home, with so many folk seeing war and other horrors courtesy of all the immortals that had come through. But it's also not the sort of thing folk should just struggle with alone. There are healers who'd help them, or at least folk to talk to about things. Daine's a bit spoiled in that regard. She's always got someone to talk to; she doesn't even have to leave her bed. Peeta's not so lucky.

"Do you want to talk about the nightmare?" she asks, keeping her voice low and gentle. "It's all right if you don't, but… sitting on it doesn't always help." She shrugs, then takes the tennis ball from Molly and bounces it down the hall again, this time aiming to have it ricochet off the wall.