"That is going to be a problem," Cehd'ra answers and makes absolutely no effort to get out of bed himself. They should. He should. One of them should. After yesterday they need to recuperate and lying in bed without food or water is not the way to do that. Yet when He Ming breathes against the back of his neck and his hands smooth over his sides...it surprises Cehd'ra how much finds himself wanting more touches like them.

"But we should," he tries, groaning as he shifts, attempting a stretch that pushes his body closer against He Ming. "...at some point."

The miqo'te finds one of the other's hands, taking it and lifting it up to cradle between his own. It's just holding right now, it doesn't have to be anything more than that. Doing too much is absolutely a concern right now...but a little more, maybe, to prove that it's alright? Cehd'ra brings He Ming's knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly and sweeping his thumbs across his palm.