The cold was rapidly becoming a distant memory. He was warm enough now that he felt tired again -- exhausted, really, because his body was wiped from trying to contend with whatever had been happening to him, struggling in vain to warm him back up.
He was quiet, for a little while, after she said that she would stay with him.
"Thank you," Finnick said quietly. He was thanking her for more than just today, and he hoped that she knew it. He knew that he'd made the others take care of him, a sin that was practically beyond comprehension for victors. They all made a mess, yes, but they were supposed to keep it confined. They weren't supposed to inflict it on other people. He was used to Maggie and Annie, and the family they made up. He had no such claim on Katniss, Peeta, and Gale, but they had been here regardless.