[ She takes the canteen back and caps it. Then she shakes it to get a sense of how full it is. After a moment's judgment, she nods. It'll do. It's still a little overfull for her liking, but he probably won't die. Probably. And there's likely more water on the Falcon — she hopes there is, anyway.
The canteen gets clipped to her belt, and then they're scaling the steep slope of sand back to where the Falcon is parked. Her boots carry sand with them, and it rains off the toe each time she lifts her knees. She keeps ahead of him despite his long legs. It's hard to take advantage of stride length on something this steep, and she's practiced.
But it doesn't take long to get back to the Falcon. Not really. A half hour, maybe, and only some of it at that incline. Rey's sweaty and disgusting when she hits the cargo ramp, but not out of breath. ]
a child of the empire ???
The canteen gets clipped to her belt, and then they're scaling the steep slope of sand back to where the Falcon is parked. Her boots carry sand with them, and it rains off the toe each time she lifts her knees. She keeps ahead of him despite his long legs. It's hard to take advantage of stride length on something this steep, and she's practiced.
But it doesn't take long to get back to the Falcon. Not really. A half hour, maybe, and only some of it at that incline. Rey's sweaty and disgusting when she hits the cargo ramp, but not out of breath. ]