He Ming's bed is flush with pillows, but he holds onto Cehd'ra rather than any of those. Cehd'ra provides his own body heat, he's soft, and he's Cehd'ra. While they sleep He Ming squirms occasionally. Other than a few whimpers, he sleeps soundly, overexerted and tired out.

He wakes up to the sound of birdsong. It's incredibly mundane, after all that went on yesterday. Nuzzling at the back of Cehd'ra's neck, he hums softly.

"Are you feeling any better..?"