Finnick wrapped an arm around her as soon as she leaned in against him. He was fine with just holding her. Yet, she started to talk again, something that quietly surprised him although he didn't remark on it. He listened instead, the context of what had upset her starting to take shape.
The end of the war again. He circled back to the first thought he'd had when he found her. This had to be about Peeta. Did this mean that he didn't make it after all? Or was it that Peeta was never healed? He had to admit that he found the second to be far more distressing than the first. That sort of infinite suffering seemed unbearable -- and he could only imagine what it would have been like for Katniss.
"I'm sorry," Finnick said quietly. He reached for her with his free hand, squeezing her hand gently. He had known the rebellion wouldn't be easy. It was why he had been so well-behaved up until he couldn't be. And even then he hadn't expected to come out of the Quarter Quell. He said he would fight, but he hadn't anticipating living. Now, that they were all on the other side of the Quell, alive, but dealing with the repercussions of their actions, everything seemed unbearably bleak. But what else could any of them have done?