Finnick was a little surprised by the hug, or at least the intensity of it, but he couldn't help but smile all the same. He wrapped his arms just as tightly back around her. He knew he could have teased her about this moment, about how awful the woods actually had to have been if she was this happy to see him. But for once, he opted to hold his tongue, and just held tight to her until she pulled back away.
"You need a bath, girl on fire," he teased once they were separated though, reaching out to tug on a strand of her hair.
He followed after her into the kitchen, a slightly amused expression on his face at the sight of her game bag. He'd never really hunted, of course. He'd received some basic training when he was younger in preparation for his games, but once there, had survived mostly off the river and the surrounding area. Fishing was an art to him. Hunting was a mystery.
"I hope you know how to cook whatever you caught," Finnick answered.