[ He's tempted to hold his breath, but refrains from it. The creature's used to him breathing, feeling it constantly; a lack of movement might actually wake it back up, if it's truly sleeping. So he keeps breathing like normally, cautiously looking down at himself. If it hasn't worked... he'll probably know immediately, what with the thing pitching fits as it had been. (And then what? Randvi can't just stay his prisoner, forced to act as the personal heating pad for an alien...)
He waits. A moment that stretches longer, and longer, and then he's looking back up at Randvi. He doesn't dare speak yet, but he's giving the slightest nod, pointing at his belly and then giving a thumbs up. All seems good? Maybe this actually worked?? ]
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He waits. A moment that stretches longer, and longer, and then he's looking back up at Randvi. He doesn't dare speak yet, but he's giving the slightest nod, pointing at his belly and then giving a thumbs up. All seems good? Maybe this actually worked?? ]