"You're right. I know you're right." Her head is still pounding but it's duller. Less demanding of her attention. She pushes it away and focuses instead on the feel of his arms around her, on the way his lips taste. All the things she's been missing.

It's a long, quiet moment before she starts speaking again. Her head resting against his shoulder, his body holding her weight. "I went down to the beach. I remember how the water always seemed to help Finnick. I thought...I don't know. I thought it might help. I think maybe it did."