Baze's heartbeat is much slower and more even than the rapid, staccato drumming of earlier; he's no longer nervous, but is instead boneless and content. He has his afterlife back, and his friend with him.

He reaches a hand behind himself to wrap around Chirrut's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

Soon, his breathing--still rough, still labored--evens out, as much as it can while he's ill. He dozes fitfully, plagued by nightmares of inhuman creatures screeching into the dark.