The miqo'te's ears twist as he takes a moment to think over He Ming's request. When he considers the alternative...he doesn't think he wants to sleep alone either. Cehd'ra nods once, deciding it for himself, and then looks up at He Ming and nods again.

"Go on," he says. "We shall use your room."

Cehd'ra doesn't go right away, cleaning up with hot water from the sink while He Ming takes his bath. Satisfied he makes his way, stepping quietly to get a long shirt on (pants required too much bending) and find a way under He Ming's covers. From there Cehd'ra had planned to stay awake and wait but the moment the miqo'te settled he began sleeping like the dead. Curled up much like the cats he hates being compared to, warm and safe save for whatever his dreams manage to dredge from the day's events.