Since he'd said Night Sky hadn't been able to heal the bones, Levi had been quietly worried that something else had been at play. But feeling the echo of pain, seeing it ease off of Finnick's face and knowing that it's working eases that fear. This place is full of strange shit that regularly confounds him, but being able to physically heal someone take their pain...well. Maybe it's a little on the nose, but it's a relief every time, to feel as though he can actually do something about it.

Even as Finnick apologizes, Levi doesn't flinch or show any sign of disgust - if anything, it's clear he's seen a lot of this sort of thing, and doesn't even hesitate to start moving the ruined and bloody clothing aside once he's given as much energy to the arm as he dares, just to make sure he has enough juice for whatever's left.

"It's fine," he murmurs, because it is, and slips one hand between the rips to settle carefully over the spot, ugly with bruising. Gray eyes flick to Finnick's face a moment, his other hand settled against his wrist, curling under to press fingertips against his pulse. A sharp pain in his side makes him suck in a breath as he starts to mend the ribs.