Finnick stays on high alert as they move through the dense wood, eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of life.

He stills as Aymeric does, shocked at the sound of an older woman's voice. He's even more surprised when Aymeric says it's his late mother.

"I do. It could be... Jabberjays? No, they wouldn't have those here... Would they?" Jabberjays are a Capitol invention, genetically modified birds that can copy voices perfectly and essentially act as covert recording devices. "Some kind of magic?"

Or... Some people here are dead, so could it be that his mother is really here? He doesn't say that, not wanting to give false hope.