Cehd'ra twitches at the touch, attempting to curl up but his limbs too stiff to cooperate. Even his ears are slow to move, pulling back at first before recognizing He Ming's voice if not the words quite yet. He squints up at the other, blinking and trying to sit up as well and instead winds up rolling onto his back with a wince.

"...'arm's numb," he answers. Falling asleep on one side had put that arm to sleep as well. He rubbed his fingers together, wincing at the growing tingle as sensation slowly returned. It wasn't as bad as the rest of him but Cehd'ra didn't want to complain about something that was his fault to begin with.

"Are you...oh, the bath, right," he goes on, grimacing as he gives sitting up another try. This time he makes it, gingerly keeping as much weight off his hips as possible.