Finnick finds himself craning his neck a little to look at what Ravi's doing. Finnick hasn't seen enough animal attacks close up to make that level of precision necessary, but even if he doesn't understand what the man is doing, he's still curious enough to look.

Before he can ask any questions, though, the man asks for something he can use to touch the torn-up mess that is the deer's wounds. There's still fairly heavy brush in much of the village, and he doesn't need to let the guy out of his sight to go and break a stick, maybe a half, three-quarter inch thick from the scrub and break off the couple of twigs that are sticking from it.

When he gets back to his new companion's side, he hold out the stick.

"What's the brain mean?"