Kale-D11-15-Rabbit
She asks for his name next, and at this point he's beginning to calm down just a little, if only because of her soothing voice and non-intimidating appearence. You vaugely remember her name from the reaping- she was called first, and the haze of panic didn't come into your little tweve-year-old brother's name was called. "K-Kale. Kale Stricken. I... I was the v-volenteer." His death grip on his own fists relaxes a little, and the rabbit boy's knuckles gain a little colour in them. Kale's ears have to perk up to pick up her next words, but it's certainly no problem with that hearing being so enhanced. In response, he simply shakes his head.