Finnick sighs, slumped between her and the side of the tub, his chin resting on her shoulder. He could easily fall asleep, but he stays awake, his eyes drooping and blinking slow but still open enough to keep him aware of their surroundings. He lets her sleep for a while, though isn't sure exactly how long with his own microsleeps warping time. When he lacks confidence in his ability to stay awake at all, he rouses himself with a deep breath and some blinks. He leans forward so that she will, holding her up while he extracts himself from them tub and grabs a towel. He dries himself enough not to drip everywhere, then lifts her up and wraps her in a dry towel. He carries her to bed, laying her down gently, and finishes drying her off with the towel before crawling in next to her. He wraps himself around her again, protectively, and passes out.