"Welcome back to the land of the living," Eames walks up to Finnick with his own party-appropriate smile and a glass of wine. It hasn't escaped his notice that Finnick's been quiet as of late, but beyond that Eames isn't about to say anything about it. He similarly would rather be somewhere else, but he can't give that impression here. Fae are a catty bunch, he can't give them that ammunition.

So here he is, and he wears the 'gracious host' costume with an ease that might be disconcerting for someone who's a little less performative.

"How are you finding the party?"