Katniss had expected him to take it better than she usually did, if only because he was more tactile than she was, but she didn't begrudge him pulling away. She stayed where she was for a moment, looking up at him.
"Okay," she said finally. It was an understandable response; she always wanted to escape her bedroom and the tangle of her bedding. She remembered how, when he'd found her in this same situation, she'd wanted desperately to escape to the roof, which the closest available place she'd found that had a semblance of fresh air and quiet. Remembering his suggestion for her at the time, she continued, "I can make you some tea. Maybe for when you get back."
She wasn't as good at this as he was. But he had done it for her, so she wanted to try.