[ Rey is somber when she enters the crew's quarters. Chewie sits up on his bunk, looking at her, and trills sympathetically. She offers him a chagrined smile and sits on her own bunk. ]
I'm fine.
[ He tilts his head in consideration and she lets out a little sigh, curling up on Han's bunk. It, like the other, is too comfortable. Distractingly comfortable. Chewie doesn't want to accept her silence. ]
Alright, I'm not. But I will be. So leave it alone.
[ She pulls Han's pillow against her chest instead of putting it under her head. That helps a little to make it feel more like her home in the AT-AT.
Sleep doesn't come easily, especially not once Chewie is down. But it's not his sounds that preoccupy her. It's that they aren't Ben's sounds. ]
no, and yet she must
I'm fine.
[ He tilts his head in consideration and she lets out a little sigh, curling up on Han's bunk. It, like the other, is too comfortable. Distractingly comfortable. Chewie doesn't want to accept her silence. ]
Alright, I'm not. But I will be. So leave it alone.
[ She pulls Han's pillow against her chest instead of putting it under her head. That helps a little to make it feel more like her home in the AT-AT.
Sleep doesn't come easily, especially not once Chewie is down. But it's not his sounds that preoccupy her. It's that they aren't Ben's sounds. ]