Cloud swivels her ears forward, and Daine can feel how surprised she is. It's one thing for two-leggers to accept that Daine can talk to the People, and quite another for a human to calmly address one of them, confident that they'll be understood thanks to Daine's presence. Peeta's hardly the first to talk to Cloud in such a manner, but he's the first to do so straightaway. The pony snorts once, but it's faint and almost pensive compared to the noise she made before. He talks too much, is her eventual verdict, though she sounds, Daine thinks, rather pleased.

A direct translation wouldn't be wise, and neither would a deliberate mistranslation (even, or especially, an accurate one like, 'she likes you'), so Daine settles for, "It's all right. She's not angry."

She gives his hand a squeeze back, grateful that he's not too upset, and her smile strengthens. Her joy at being home again is irrepressible, and even for Peeta's sake, she could only squash it so much. "You'll get to meet Kitten soon," she says, her mind already racing ahead, wondering what the little dragon will think of Peeta. "I'm sure she'll like you." Well, she's only a baby - she likes most folk who don't give her any reason not to.