"Finnick's been teaching me knots, and he helped me make you this!" Hands outstretched to reveal the rope woven into a bracelet. It probably wouldn't be too comfortable, but she was still learning, and besides, she was just happy she'd managed it in the first place.
Sea green eyes brightened at the young child’s approach —- the vacant expression vanished and in its place, joy radiated from Annie’s smile. A small chuckle bubbled up and out, as she closed dainty fingers over the gift that even daintier ones had offered.
The bracelet was by no means a masterpiece; the weaving was loose, the knot rudimentary, but none of that occurred to Annie. She gratefully accepted the humble offering, utterly surprised that the girl would think her worthy of the effort that the bracelet had obviously required.
Slipping it onto her emaciated wrist, she felt a few stray tears seep up into her eyes. The gift had touched her in a way she didn’t fully understand; perhaps it was because only earlier that day another item had occupied that same exact place upon her body. The shackle that labeled her as Mentally Disoriented… The doctor had finally cleared her, she had been allowed to remove it. Seeing this rope in its place, which reminded her of home, of the friends she had lost and the friends she had now found, was almost too much; slightly overwhelming—-
”Thank y— you. It’s beautiful, Posy.”