Finnick looks surprised, but excited as he opens up the bundle and pulls out the scarf, handling it with care. His jaw drops with awe.
"You made this? For me? This is so lovely..." His tone sounds touched and a little wistful. Mags used to knit things for him. He looks up from the scarf and into Bel's eyes.
"Thank you, Bel. That's so sweet of you," he says genuinely. He hugs the drow briefly, then drapes the scarf around his own neck. Finnick has never really bothered with winter wear since he's from somewhere so warm, so this will have a lot of practical use for him as well, as he didn't even think to buy a scarf yet.
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Finnick looks surprised, but excited as he opens up the bundle and pulls out the scarf, handling it with care. His jaw drops with awe.
"You made this? For me? This is so lovely..." His tone sounds touched and a little wistful. Mags used to knit things for him. He looks up from the scarf and into Bel's eyes.
"Thank you, Bel. That's so sweet of you," he says genuinely. He hugs the drow briefly, then drapes the scarf around his own neck. Finnick has never really bothered with winter wear since he's from somewhere so warm, so this will have a lot of practical use for him as well, as he didn't even think to buy a scarf yet.