"So long as it doesn't break under me, I'm perfectly content with using a log as a seat." Peeta was stocky, and maybe a little underfed at the moment, but you never knew. Sometimes you just sat on a log that was too rotted to be of any use.

All jokes stopped though, as he reached out. "Wait, is he going to be okay?" He looked at her seriously. "I don't want to take anything that you might need for later. If you're running low, I can get by."