[ He's undoubtedly not yet at full capacity. She can distinguish that much from that lengthy stretch of nothingness that follows the stretch of his fingers outward, if not the Force itself as it gathers weakly around him. Nevertheless, it's a reassuring sign of improvement, and lends her a bit of hope that she won't be operating on her own if they need to battle their way out.
Given how straightforward her trip has been thus far, she's expecting a struggle. It's all been a bit too easy, suspiciously so, and she isn't accustomed to having anything go her way without first fighting for it, working for it, striving toward it.
Rey, for her part, wriggles loose the lightsaber she's tucked into the back of her trousers once she's come to a complete stand. Two lightsabers hanging from his belt may be called into question, a curious addition to his usual garb, but she's willing to risk it if it means she can snatch it into her hands without any added difficulty. Without further ado, she clips it to one of the loops, and steps back. ]
If there's anything else you need, pack it now.
[ Otherwise she's going to start determinedly toward the door like a woman on a mission, gesturing for him to follow with a beckoning half-wave of her hand. ]
i repeat, "innocent pure flower"
Given how straightforward her trip has been thus far, she's expecting a struggle. It's all been a bit too easy, suspiciously so, and she isn't accustomed to having anything go her way without first fighting for it, working for it, striving toward it.
Rey, for her part, wriggles loose the lightsaber she's tucked into the back of her trousers once she's come to a complete stand. Two lightsabers hanging from his belt may be called into question, a curious addition to his usual garb, but she's willing to risk it if it means she can snatch it into her hands without any added difficulty. Without further ado, she clips it to one of the loops, and steps back. ]
If there's anything else you need, pack it now.
[ Otherwise she's going to start determinedly toward the door like a woman on a mission, gesturing for him to follow with a beckoning half-wave of her hand. ]