Finnick and Annie
Sitting at a table with plate full of food in front of him, Finnick ran a hand over the unbroken and normal skin of his leg. A few days ago, before the healer had seen to him, it looked very different. One of the dogs - they had to be mutts - had ripped his leg apart, deep enough that he could see the bone. He'd worried for a long time that he'd lose his leg. But somehow, one of the healers had touched it for a few minutes, and then it had been better. Like it had never been injured in the first place. He was pretty sure they didn't even have cures like that in the Capitol.
He was actually feeling pretty good today. Annie arriving had helped him more than he could ever say. Just having her there helped him to keep his mind under control, it helped him to keep from losing it.
He looked at the food for a minute, then out over the crowd. She would be here, he knew she would, and his eyes sought her desperately as he waited.