The year he's spent here probably has no small contribution to his becoming so comfortable with a stranger so quickly. In the absence of having to concentrate so fully on survival, on thinking forward to the next plan or expedition, there's more time to just...live. That doesn't mean shitty things won't happen, of course - Vaeros or whatever causes the weird shit in this world doesn't often let them be for long. But while he's never taken precious moments of life for granted, perhaps Levi is coming to believe that there's no reason to let things like this slip by, either.

Not that there's really been anyone who has caught his interest like this before now.

Finnick thoroughly cleaning his hand gets a little squeeze of appreciation, fingers sliding together as they walk. Levi can tolerate dirt (and other, filthier things) when needed, but it's always meaningful when someone takes the extra moment to think about his comfort.

There's little lights and lanterns leading up a path, showing that this place isn't entirely left to its own devices. The moonlight casts a silvery haze on everything, but there is a soft glow deep from the pools themselves.

"Some are hotter than others, so be careful not to lose your toes." They're not that hot, but that's not going to stop him saying it. Levi gives a tug on Finnick's hand, taking a step up the path that leads around the side of a rocky outcropping, toward a more secluded part of the island.

"C'mon, the better ones are over here."