Haruka doesn't respond right away, only searches Michiru's face in silence.

"Okay," she accepts at last, and when she inhales it seems to settle in her lungs for the first time that evening. Her voice comes out raspy through the scratchiness of her throat, but it sounds lighter, now. "Good."

That hand at Michiru's neck inches up, cupping the softness of her cheek. The skin there hums warm beneath her palm. It's comforting.

Haruka lingers.

"... Do you want to go to bed?"