It's still far too cold to swim in the lake or the river, cold in ways it doesn't get in the warm coastal climes of District Four. Finnick misses the ocean, misses being able to walk down to the beach and immerse himself in the soothing pulse of the waves, soothing his inner scars in ways that nothing else could. Since the coast is days away on foot and the lake still has the deep chill of winter, Finnick often visits the hot springs. Not only do they heal the part of his mind that feels best when he's surrounded by water, but they have that difficult to define healing quality that's helped nurture many people here back from illness and injury.

He notices the clothes on the rock before the bather's head emerges enough to speak. Fresh clothes, violet scrubs, boots that are barely scuffed by the exertions of this place, unlike Finnick's which are dirtied and damaged by so many months of hiking. A newcomer, then, or very close to one.

Finnick bends down to tug at his bootlaces and grins at Klaus' plea.

"I'm not here to kick you out," he promises. "I can share."