Finnick was beautiful, there was no doubt. But knowing already what she knew, she saw it in a detached manner. She felt no attraction towards him, nothing sexual. There was simply a sadness in her heart because of the knowledge that he understood what she had suffered all too well.
She sat, folding her knees under her and looking for a moment more at the grass than at Finnick.
"My family died when the Greek Armies took Lyrnessus," she said softly. She had been one of the very few to survive, because she was young and pretty and Achilles had taken a liking to her. "They slaughtered them on the city walls." Even her young brothers, who were little more than children. She didn't like remembering these things, but she felt that he deserved to know, since he had been brave enough to approach her.