"Thank you, Tsedec," Hera says, sitting up on the mat to look back at them. Tsedec watches them for another moment, and then says something Hera doesn't understand, before the door slides shut again. She's going to assume that that's some form of 'good night.'

With the door shut, they're in near total darkness. She leans back, lying down along the edge of the mat, tilting herself so that she could look down to the floor. Through the metal grating, she can see where the red light is coming from - the combustion chamber that had been part of the room they were just in. Hera realizes they must be directly above that room, the other lights in it having been darkened, leaving only the fire still glinting. It's also dying down, to that soft red.

Hera doesn't turn to face him. She doesn't see much point in that. But after a few seconds, a few churns of the crawler around them, she asks, "How are you?"