Out in the garden under the shade of the massive willow tree, Night Sky was lying on her back with her head on Lehna's thigh, a hand gesticulating as she spoke. Finnick would probably just catch the tail end of the conversation.

"—kind of made me feel like shit, you know? He's surprisingly bad at talking for a counselor." She looked up, expression shifting when she saw Finnick. "Hey, sweet thing."