[ He blinks as a face moves into view, as his eyes focus and he recognizes her: La'an. There are deep, weary shadows beneath her eyes; she looks tired. And... like she might cry.

Some core-deep reflex jerks awake at that expression on her face, and his lips twitch into a wry, quirking half-curve as he injects as much humor into his voice as possible. It's not much. But it's something. Enough to crinkle the corners of his own eyes, self-deprecating.

He might be lying in a sickbay biobed, but he still has his charm. ]

You know, I didn't actually believe you when you said that before. Guess I should have had more faith.

[ Looking away from her isn't an option, so he just shifts his head a little on the biobed so he can better feel her fingertips at his temple, his cheek, as his expression returns to something more serious, his gaze intent on her even through the faint, foggy distance of the medication. ]

What happened? Are we... is this...

[ None of those are the most important thing. He tries to rally his thoughts, which respond like slow-moving sludge, and prioritizes. ]

Did you do it?