@seasaltsurvivor
This year was not going to plan. She'd been at the Academy only a few weeks before to hear that they had two strong competitors, yet neither had actually volunteered and now she had come into the games for the second time in as many years with a fifteen year old kid. She hadn't had high hopes, they were young and they didn't shine the way Finnick had, they were meek... But it didn't make the loss of the tribute any easier to watch, even over twenty years after her own victory.
Her glass was sat aside as she stood up quickly from her seat in the lobby. She'd been meeting with a sponsor just moments before, trying to secure more funds for her tributes. But the canon had rang out and her eyes had found the screen just before the realization hit her. Shit Finn... She needed to find him. She could still remember that first loss, knew the hurt and self-blame as if she had been responsible. She needed to make sure he was okay.
She'd almost expected to find Mags at his side already when she found him, but instead she'd found him alone. "Finn," her voice was soft, caring, so as not to startle him as she quietly stepped further onto their floor, "I'm here if you want to talk." She wouldn't ask if he was okay. She doubted he was. But she'd offer her shoulder, a listening ear, someone who knew what he was going through.
