Finnick held his hands up in surrender, an amused smirk on his beaming face. You stood in front of him, with an arrow cocked on your bow, the tip pointing straight at him.

"It's okay, hun" he said.

His voice sounded confident, but at some point there was a hint of doubt in it. He didn't know you very well, you only talked a little during training, so he couldn't be sure whether you wouldn't attack him