Finnick glanced up when she walked in the room. He didn't know what she could do really. There was something very wrong with him, they both knew that.
His concerns were abruptly cut off when she pressed her hand against his forehead though. He could feel her. Properly. She felt warm where the water and the tea hadn't. He closed his eyes for a second, but then she was pulling away. She was speaking too, but he was so distracted by the loss of the only warmth he'd felt in hours that he didn't hear what she said.
He stood because she made him, his teeth still chattering, but he stared at her as if he had never seen her before. Most of him was still covered in blanket, but any place where their bodies aligned, he could feel the heat emanating off of her.
"I can feel you," he said, the surprise evident in his voice.