Wine. Alright. She nods, and picks up aforementioned blanket. Unfolding it, she wraps it around his shoulders and kisses his cheek. "I'll get you the wine."

In a few minutes, she's back with a glass for him, and slides on to the couch next to him. Finnick is handed the glass, and she reaches for his other hand. "What's going on, love?" She asks him softly, pulling him near her. She can be something solid for him right now, as he so often was for her.

The idea of him leaving, just disappearing and leaving her on her own hasn't even crossed her mind yet tonight.