For what it's worth, the underground room is nice. It's furnished, finished, clean, has a bed, glowing fairy lights and even a water feature. Hopefully it doesn't remind Levi too much of the underground he knows.

As he waits for Levi, Finnick drifts in and out of a light sleep, but snaps awake at the called greeting. He's tucked into the bed, and though Night Sky cleaned him up the best she could, he hasn't been able to change his shirt or bathe, so there's still dried blood on his clothes and some on his skin. His non-prosthetic arm is splinted to a small slab of wood and tied against his chest with vines that wrap around him in a makeshift sling.

And there is Levi, handsome as ever, standing over him. His heart swells with gratitude and he gives him a small smile, a tiny laugh through his nose.

"Alive by the skin of my teeth. Thanks for coming, handsome." It's a huge relief to see him, for some reason. Maybe for visual proof that he's safe, or maybe it makes Finnick feel more safe and comforted to have him here. Probably both.