"Hold on," Finnick murmurs, unsure if her breaking them is going to hurt like a bitch or if he's numb there now. He first puts his hand near the crystals on his forearm and channels healing into it, then moves his hand slowly toward the amethyst's edge. They begin to crackle, which hurts a little, but as he brushes at them with his hand, they start to flake off. He continues the motion with his glowing hand until his arm is back to normal. Then sighs with relief.

"Okay, good. Well, I got her ribbon, at least..." He holds it between his fingertips again. "But that was... Not good. I hope those zombies don't wander toward Salt Spire."