[ Her exhaustion runs bone-deep, exacerbated not only by her own sleep deprivation but the bleed between their minds as well. Ben's fatigue has transformed into her own, it seems, and Rey has to actively work to stopper their connection to prevent that spillage. Once she's properly collapsed into a cot, it shouldn't be the pressing issue it presents itself as currently, but she continues to look every bit the part of a woman that hasn't slept in a century now that she isn't purely fueled by adrenaline.
And vengeance. Don't forget the vengeance. ]
We've landed, [ she says simply, by way of explanation. But he's chosen to nest here on the couch, and she won't drag him onto land if it means disrupting him further. She can take one of the bunks aboard the Falcon, maybe, within reach if he needs her to lend a hand. ] I can make you a cot in one of the huts, or you can stay here. It's your call.
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And vengeance. Don't forget the vengeance. ]
We've landed, [ she says simply, by way of explanation. But he's chosen to nest here on the couch, and she won't drag him onto land if it means disrupting him further. She can take one of the bunks aboard the Falcon, maybe, within reach if he needs her to lend a hand. ] I can make you a cot in one of the huts, or you can stay here. It's your call.