The air feels cold now that the creature isn't touching them, no contact from the tentacles or stimulation to keep their blood running high. He Ming shifts around on the ground, trying to hold himself as he feels his body rapidly begin to cool now that he has nothing else to focus on.

"Bath," he says softly. Cehd'ra sounds just as exhausted as he feels. Reaching out, He Ming just manages to put an arm around him as his eyes fall shut in sleep.

When he wakes up again, the sun is barely still above the horizon. He Ming pushes himself up from the ground with his hands, groaning at the painful throbbing in his hips and lower back. This is worse even than how he felt after that one marathon sex session he had a few months back. He feels awful and his legs are barely working. Having slept on the ground for an hour or so didn't help.

Ah—Cehd'ra. He Ming touches his shoulder to wake him. "Hey," he says hoarsely. "Are you okay?"