Fives sighs quietly at the kiss, warm and content, and tips his head a little so it's resting against his own biceps. He hasn't opened his eyes since Jedao told him to close them, and he won't, but relaxed and exhausted as he is, he'll probably stay awake, savoring this feeling for as long as it lasts, and watching over Jedao's sleep, however much he manages. It's the first time in over two weeks he's actually had any real hope of getting back to where they were.

"You will, beloved," he whispers in Mando'a, and actually means it. "Now sleep."