He shakes his head. "No." He follows behind Aymeric, scanning the treeline and also seeing nothing.

He's somewhat relieved for someone else to take the lead in this ambiguous situation, but if Aymeric had suggested anything other than pressing on, Finnick would have protested.

"Are-- are you sure this is a good idea? It could be a trap of some kind--" Leofard's fearful voice interjects.

"And if it's not? We aren't going to just ignore a kid in trouble." Finnick beckons the researcher to follow them, holding his trident across his chest as they enter the wood. The crying gets louder as they move, and Finnick gets more worried, his pace picking up.