Finnick turns and smiles when he hears her voice. He puts his hand on her lower back to help ground her - he knows she doesn't like these kinds of things and he didn't mean to get separated, but they're back together again.

"I was looking at some of the jewellery. I'm not sure any of it's to your taste," he says, regarding her fondly. "And most of it's magic, I'm afraid. Human spells. You can't really trust them."