For as much as he hates things to be dirty, it's fairly clear that Levi doesn't hesitate to tolerate it when needed; injuries happen, they'll camp in the mud if necessary. Even though Titan blood evaporates, Levi is certain it leaves behind some sort of feeling on his skin that doesn't come off until he thoroughly scrubs, and sometimes that can't happen for a day or more. He'll compartmentalize, focusing on what's important, and live. It's what he's good at doing.

The endearment prickles, awakening pleasant little butterflies in his chest as a faint flush creeps up the back of his neck. Levi presses his fingertips a little more against soft skin, sneaking an almost shy glance at Finnick as he takes a breath of his own. The pain has already mostly subsided, and the bruises on warmly tanned skin are starting to lessen as well. Even with his full capacity, he probably doesn't get the remainder of Finnick's injuries completely healed, but he'll be much more comfortable -and mobile - at least.

He shrugs, and though the energy starts to subside, leaves his hand against Finnick's side, feeling him breathe better now. Good.

"S'gone already. But yeah, I can feel it a little. Not as bad as actually being hurt, and it goes away quickly."

His thumb traces lightly along the line of mended ribs. They might still ache a little, but Levi leans in to leave a soft kiss against the frown on his lips.

"Think this is all I can do for now..."