Finnick was in the kitchen when he heard the notes float in from the living room. It was a romantic idea, perhaps, to buy the harp, but he wanted to give Annie something to do. He wanted to give her something to focus on, and if that something happened to be beautiful music that would serve as a distraction for himself too, that was all the better.

He smiled when he heard it start, but after a moment he realized there was a nagging feeling at the edge of his mind. Frowning, he tried to pinpoint the feeling, and as he followed it toward the music he realized that Annie was crying.

He was at her side immediately, soothing hands on her shoulders. "Annie," he said in a gentle voice, "come away from the harp."