There's a brief moment in Heine's mind when the comforting weight disappears, and he begins to rise, his mind clearing as he puts thoughts together, remembers discomfort and worry—and then there is the weight again, pushing everything else out.

Heine sits quietly on the bed even after Jade is gone. Resting. Tired. After a pause he moves to lie on his side in the blankets, aware that he's naked and sore and filthy but more concerned with rest. He's so tired.

By the time Jade comes back Heine has his eyes closed, breathing slow and even. Eichel is on the other side of the room, having pulled on a robe, but occupied with a set of papers he's reading.