"He's fine." Night Sky laughed and waved off the onlookers. "Ate a little too much." Which seemed to appease most of them, for now.

Night Sky actually felt bad for how much Finnick was struggling, even if that had been the point of the entire outing. She kept a hold of his hand and angled herself to hide any obvious bulges with pointed swishing of her skirt as she lead him back outside.

"Okay. Genuinely—" She said once they were outside. "You good? I can carry you back if you need me to."