Kitten lets out a little squawk of surprise as she's hoisted off the bed, but doesn't otherwise object to the strange treatment - at least not to Daine, who is obviously upset. Instead, she stretches her neck around Daine's mass of curls so she can give Peeta a baffled look and repeat her earlier cheeping sound - but with more emphasis, this time.

"Oh--I'm sorry," Daine says, turning back to Peeta without bothering to wipe her tears away. Her arms are full of baby dragon, anyway. Kitten squirms around so she can continue to stare at the newcomer, her gaze full of intelligence and curiosity. Her scales, for the moment, are a lively blue. "Kitten, this is Peeta. He's a very good friend of mine." That's probably enough of an explanation for the moment; all the stuff about other realms can wait until they find Numair.

Kitten lets out a low whistle, only marginally less confused (she thought she knew all of Daine's good friends), then stretches her neck forward to sniff in Peeta's general direction. After glancing between Daine and Peeta for a moment, she turns to Peeta and stretches out her forepaws with a chirp.

"I, um, would you like to hold her?" Daine asks, aware that Peeta might be spooked by creatures that are out of the ordinary. "You don't have to. I think she just wants a closer look at you, is all." Kitten nods in confirmation.