[Shrugging off his robe, it leaves him in his podea. He leaves that on, and scoots onto the bed as well. It's a little lumpy for his tastes but beggars can't be choosers, so he doesn't complain and simply shifts until he gets comfortable, watching Finnick through sleepy eyes.]

It's at least warm. I will settle for that.

[He chuckles. Better to look on the bright side, after all.]