At least the heartbeat was normal. Seems the return to more comfortable surroundings eased the actual trip, and that wasn't really surprising to Cassian.

Nothing really left to do now other than let the drug wear off on its own and guide Tannusen through it.

"Speak up if anythin' starts to get comfortable, will ye? I don't want it turnin' sour." Even Tannusen slipping into a bad head space here could spell the beginnings of a drug fueled panic attack.