Annie had insisted on going with Daryl to get the curse broken. He needed an interpreter, and after what had happened to Finnick, she didn't trust any witches as far as she could throw them. She'd offered to pay, given that she felt it was her fault. The offer was still on the table- her family wasn't short on money.

Daryl gets the smallest of smiles as he Britishifies his Americanisms. "Thank you," she says. "I've got a couple of quid for the water, too." She'd never been to the Other-Realm before, either. So it would be one hell of an adventure. Hopefully, if they got into trouble, she could mention Finnick and avoid some trouble. He was in good standing with the Seelie Court, their newest Lord.

"I remember- uhm. Daryl? If- if you want, you know I'm still, ah, willing to pay the witch."