Effie perked up, her brown knitting in concern. She glanced over at Peeta, worry across her features.

Standing, she hurried over to the door, opening it worriedly. It was pouring out, perhaps someone wanted tea or-

No. Oh no, that wasn't it at all. Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her. A sopping wet Drawf, his bulk taking up most of the door. And laid out over his shoulder, and elf woman, completely unconscious.