"I doubt it," Daine says, hopping off the new chair and crossing back over to Peeta. "This sort of rift strangeness doesn't tend to last too long. I'd be surprised if you weren't drawing normally again by this time next week." Maybe she shouldn't be making such implicit promises, but it really would be strange of the rift to just change the way things are for everyone in one fell swoop like this.

"... Though I don't know what'll happen to the chair once this is all over with," she admits. "Or to me, come to think of it." Will she just vanish? Stop existing, like snuffing out a candle? Mithros, she can't say she's looking forward to that.