[ She bristles when he settles the blanket over her, as though she expects an attack, and she turns slightly to look at him, catching his eye just as he turns away. No. Not an attack. Just … He cares. For whatever reason, he gives a shit, and Rey can hardly grasp that. No one on Jakku gives a shit about anybody — barely even themselves. They're all so dead inside; they've given up.
She looks away from him again. His calm radiates outward, so though she doesn't consciously tap into it, she can feel tension leaving her body as he just … rubs off on her. Non-sexually.
It's the best night of sleep she's ever gotten. No nightmares of her parents, no tossing and turning, no restless anxiety as she waits for someone to come at her with a knife. She feels safe here, on the Falcon. It's the only time in her life she remembers feeling safe.
In the morning, she picks herself up with practiced speed. There's not much for her to collect. She pulls her hair back again, secures it back into its usual style, and pulls her boots back on. She folds the blanket up. She's awake before everyone else on the ship, and quiet in what she does. She's never really had any ambient sound, so she's sensitive to her own rustling. ]
oh my god bye
She looks away from him again. His calm radiates outward, so though she doesn't consciously tap into it, she can feel tension leaving her body as he just … rubs off on her. Non-sexually.
It's the best night of sleep she's ever gotten. No nightmares of her parents, no tossing and turning, no restless anxiety as she waits for someone to come at her with a knife. She feels safe here, on the Falcon. It's the only time in her life she remembers feeling safe.
In the morning, she picks herself up with practiced speed. There's not much for her to collect. She pulls her hair back again, secures it back into its usual style, and pulls her boots back on. She folds the blanket up. She's awake before everyone else on the ship, and quiet in what she does. She's never really had any ambient sound, so she's sensitive to her own rustling. ]