[ The hand at her back is a comfort. It doesn't come with any visions, any dilating of the world, any tunneling. It's just the two of them. Maybe they had exhausted it together, but she's not counting on that. She presses her eyes shut, holding back tears, trying to remaster control over herself and her own body and —
She draws breath. Holds it in. Exhales. Over and over until she is no longer hyperventilating. She knows this. She remembers it from when she had broken her arm. Eleven years old and bolder than she was strong. She'd barely been able to use it for months. Sometimes, when the barometric pressure dropped, she still felt a pang there near her elbow.
She had set the bone on her own. She had cried through the pain on her own. She had taught herself to bite through it on her own. But she's not on her own anymore.
She looks up at him, face wet though her tears have stopped. She shakes her head, confused and frightened and overwhelmed and — the Falcon lurches. She must be getting ready to set down at the coordinates Rey had given Han. Rey got to her feet and rubbed her eyes dry. ]
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She draws breath. Holds it in. Exhales. Over and over until she is no longer hyperventilating. She knows this. She remembers it from when she had broken her arm. Eleven years old and bolder than she was strong. She'd barely been able to use it for months. Sometimes, when the barometric pressure dropped, she still felt a pang there near her elbow.
She had set the bone on her own. She had cried through the pain on her own. She had taught herself to bite through it on her own. But she's not on her own anymore.
She looks up at him, face wet though her tears have stopped. She shakes her head, confused and frightened and overwhelmed and — the Falcon lurches. She must be getting ready to set down at the coordinates Rey had given Han. Rey got to her feet and rubbed her eyes dry. ]