Finnick shifts so she's sitting between his legs and leaning back on his chest, his hands in front of her with his rope. He leans against his headboard.

"Mm, no, first practice that one. Over and over. It needs to become muscle memory."

He himself also ties that knot, over and over. Tying, untying. The meditative process begins now, here, in bed. With him holding her, and something for them to focus on, something to distract her.