Further from the base the feeling isn't as strong, but it's still sensation when all Cehd'ra wants is rest. Curled around it and stroking, the movement enough to gently pull...his tail twitches in the creature's grip, wanting to flick and swing but only held and explored at its leisure just like everything else.

The question gets a startled laugh out of Cehd'ra even as he curls closer. No, no he's not really okay, but admitting as much feels wrong. He Ming is fine in spite of everything, Cehd'ra wants to follow that example...he only wishes it were easier. "S'got my tail..."

The explanation is mumbled against He Ming's knuckles, Cehd'ra inching himself closer to the only normal thing left. If he can just rest, even sleep, maybe he will wake up and it will all have been a dream? It would offer some escape if nothing else, but the creature seems to have no intention of leaving its incubators be just yet. Tentacles stroke and smooth over the both of them, teasing whenever it passes over a hole or cock or nipple, almost treasuring.