[ It's painful. And not just physically, either. The uproar in his head screeches into her mind, blaring like a klaxon. Rey winces, but doesn't withdraw herself from the center of their bond, unwilling to distance herself when he's in such great need of her. I'm here, she'd reassured him; that isn't a promise she has any intention of breaking, even if it carries the risk of a feeling as though her skull is splintering from the overflowing emotional discord.
Repeating that she won't be leaving for a week, possibly two, to resume her duties doesn't seem as though it will help. Even a scavenger like Rey has more tact than that. And so she keeps that faltering attempt at reassurance to herself, uncertain of how to proceed other than just grappling at him, presenting him with a firm and tangible reminder that she's there.
Her arms wind around him, turning tighter at the behest of his own, as her fingers skate up the notches in his spine. Angling her head to the side, she nuzzles into his hair, puffing out quiet breaths that rustle the strands. ]
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Repeating that she won't be leaving for a week, possibly two, to resume her duties doesn't seem as though it will help. Even a scavenger like Rey has more tact than that. And so she keeps that faltering attempt at reassurance to herself, uncertain of how to proceed other than just grappling at him, presenting him with a firm and tangible reminder that she's there.
Her arms wind around him, turning tighter at the behest of his own, as her fingers skate up the notches in his spine. Angling her head to the side, she nuzzles into his hair, puffing out quiet breaths that rustle the strands. ]