[ She assures Chewie as he scans her, lifting one of her arms to inspect it. Dirt coats her skin, but she remains — otherwise — physically untouched. 'You better be,' Finn interjects. 'If he did anything to you—' He doesn't finish the sentence, and he doesn't need to. Finn's clenched jaw speaks for itself.
Their concern is almost an overwhelming experience when she has gone so long without. She plucks her arm away from Chewie. ]
He tried to take the map from me. [ Her head turns, eyeing the heap of Kylo Ren. ] But he failed.
[ In his current state, he looks nothing like a threat, but she knows the truth. Finn opens his mouth to speak, but Chewie beats him to the punch, idly noting the effects of Rey's proximity. She thinks back to the interrogation room, how the Force pulsed like a living entity between them, and then quickly — vehemently — shoves the memory aside.
It has nothing to do with her. It can't be her. More aptly, she doesn't want it to have anything to do with her. ]
It's a coincidence. [ She argues. Chewie trills, dubious but accepting of her denial. That's precisely what it is, at its core: denial, even as the thread between them pulls taut with her step back. ] That's all.
[ Chewie suggests she rest. She nods, but Han's voice calls from the back of the ship. 'Do us all a favor and shower. You smell like a bantha.' Rey ducks her head and sniffs at herself, coming away unperturbed. She's fine ? ?? But she glances behind her, and moves toward the refresher while Finn hovers in the corner, staring suspiciously in Kylo's direction.
'Can't we keep him like this?' Finn asks, sardonic. Dimly, she hears Han biting out some snide comment as she ducks into the communal showers. ]
you say that like han and chewie aren't excellent?? how dare
[ She assures Chewie as he scans her, lifting one of her arms to inspect it. Dirt coats her skin, but she remains — otherwise — physically untouched. 'You better be,' Finn interjects. 'If he did anything to you—' He doesn't finish the sentence, and he doesn't need to. Finn's clenched jaw speaks for itself.
Their concern is almost an overwhelming experience when she has gone so long without. She plucks her arm away from Chewie. ]
He tried to take the map from me. [ Her head turns, eyeing the heap of Kylo Ren. ] But he failed.
[ In his current state, he looks nothing like a threat, but she knows the truth. Finn opens his mouth to speak, but Chewie beats him to the punch, idly noting the effects of Rey's proximity. She thinks back to the interrogation room, how the Force pulsed like a living entity between them, and then quickly — vehemently — shoves the memory aside.
It has nothing to do with her. It can't be her. More aptly, she doesn't want it to have anything to do with her. ]
It's a coincidence. [ She argues. Chewie trills, dubious but accepting of her denial. That's precisely what it is, at its core: denial, even as the thread between them pulls taut with her step back. ] That's all.
[ Chewie suggests she rest. She nods, but Han's voice calls from the back of the ship. 'Do us all a favor and shower. You smell like a bantha.' Rey ducks her head and sniffs at herself, coming away unperturbed. She's fine ? ?? But she glances behind her, and moves toward the refresher while Finn hovers in the corner, staring suspiciously in Kylo's direction.
'Can't we keep him like this?' Finn asks, sardonic. Dimly, she hears Han biting out some snide comment as she ducks into the communal showers. ]