"Mm. Okay. We should take a bath and then sleep." On their way, He Ming makes a detour from the still-sticky living room to the kitchen for a glass of water. He fills up another for Cehd'ra.

"I feel all dehydrated," he mumbles, leaning his weight against the counter. He's sure Cehd'ra feels similar. "What happened? I mean, did it just disappear?"

After everything, He Ming still wants to talk.