[ She jokes, looking down at him from above. It's an odd position. Not the bunk — she's slept in some high places when it wasn't realistic to get back from a star destroyer to her AT-AT in the same day when she had more to salvage. Rather, his presence. Rey has never slept in the same room with another person. No sleepovers. No bunk-sharing. None of it.
She'd never even considered it. She almost doesn't know how to transition from chatting to sleep, and it's apparent in the way that even when she lays back, she keeps her eyes open and on him.
He's not going to attack her. He's proven it a dozen times over. But she can't shut her brain off, not entirely, and she can't make herself used to the little ticks that indicate his presence in her periphery. ]
I'm fine. Really. You've all been … really great, already. Even Han.
a good goal
[ She jokes, looking down at him from above. It's an odd position. Not the bunk — she's slept in some high places when it wasn't realistic to get back from a star destroyer to her AT-AT in the same day when she had more to salvage. Rather, his presence. Rey has never slept in the same room with another person. No sleepovers. No bunk-sharing. None of it.
She'd never even considered it. She almost doesn't know how to transition from chatting to sleep, and it's apparent in the way that even when she lays back, she keeps her eyes open and on him.
He's not going to attack her. He's proven it a dozen times over. But she can't shut her brain off, not entirely, and she can't make herself used to the little ticks that indicate his presence in her periphery. ]
I'm fine. Really. You've all been … really great, already. Even Han.