[ on my phone right now, sorry if there's any mistkes ]
Finnick looked at Savanna; seeing the small fae shiver. "Are you cold?" He looked at her, a bit concerned for her well-being. Finnick was always the caring and fatherly-type, but only showed it towards his little sister. The brute walked over to her, waiting for a reply. It was cold, for the smaller faes at least. "Maybe we should all head back to camp? It's warmer there." He told the two.