X finishes drying his hair and starts on her own.

(She's keeping an eye on him, regardless. But wet pillows are no one's friend.)

"Practice helps. Sometimes."

Or so all the evidence that she has been able to collect suggests.

"And when it is not enough, you will come here. Or to Milliways. To sleep. It is more sensible than death.""

Beat.

"Or severe maiming."

Another pause.

"Or having your identity discovered."