you know the first rule of combat?

Strangely enough, that one word is enough for Faye to understand how Finnick feels. On an almost daily basis, Faye finds herself missing space as much as she supposes that Finnick misses the water. Granted, space was only part of Faye's life for a couple of years, but for most of that time, a couple of years was all that Faye had. All that Faye remembered. And even before then, Faye's memories are always speckled with daydreams of making it out there into the dark velvet of the sky, to where the stars twinkle even from impossible distances.

And she can't have any of that anymore.

"I hear that when it rains here, it's practically a flood," Faye mutters, voice soft, brow furrowed. "And I'm just feeling under the weather, okay? Nothing's wrong."