Finnick does hate to be alone, but he couldn't in good conscience keep Night Sky down here with him for days on end, even though she'd wanted to stay. He'd have felt too guilty, so he assured her he'd be okay on his own while she went to take care of herself. It hasn't been too long, thankfully.
He lays his prosthetic hand atop Levi's on his cheek, closing his eyes to savour his warmth.
Levi sends healing energy into his broken bone, and Finnick sighs audibly with relief as the pain immediately begins to abate.
"Ohhhh my god..." He murmurs.
"A rib or two on the other side." He pulls the blankets down to reveal more of his abdomen, his bloody shirt ripped in multiple places by dragon teeth. He points to one such rip along his ribs.
"Sorry it's a mess," he mutters, feeling bad that Levi has to deal with the uncleanliness of the situation. He couldn't get his shirt off without moving his arm, and frankly, did not feel it was worth the pain. At least there are no open wounds.
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He lays his prosthetic hand atop Levi's on his cheek, closing his eyes to savour his warmth.
Levi sends healing energy into his broken bone, and Finnick sighs audibly with relief as the pain immediately begins to abate.
"Ohhhh my god..." He murmurs.
"A rib or two on the other side." He pulls the blankets down to reveal more of his abdomen, his bloody shirt ripped in multiple places by dragon teeth. He points to one such rip along his ribs.
"Sorry it's a mess," he mutters, feeling bad that Levi has to deal with the uncleanliness of the situation. He couldn't get his shirt off without moving his arm, and frankly, did not feel it was worth the pain. At least there are no open wounds.