Trying not to rest any weight on his ass, He Ming pushes himself all the way over to his knees—which are also bruised. Ow. "I really want to take a bath," he mumbles. Really, he feels gross. "But I don't think we'll both fit in the tub."

Cehd'ra doesn't look well. He didn't sound well, either, when he was getting up. "But we should clean up."

They'll find a way, He Ming decides. They'll always find a way. He finally gets up on his feet, holding a hand to his lower back and supporting himself on the wall immediately. A whine of owwww emerges, but he's up, and extending a hand to help Cehd'ra achieve the same.