[ She doesn't need to be familiar with their language to understand that she and Ben are now the targets of their scolding. The caretaker that's stumbled across them, quite literally, spends an inordinate amount of time tittering in a garbled tongue and gesturing irately at Ben's boots. Rey's brows pinch together as her expression flip flops, torn between indignation and sheepishness and unable to decide on which emotion to embody. Just as her mouth drops to open, the small alien woman tosses her hands up in a universal gesture of exasperated resignation and stomps her way out of the hut.
All throughout the commotion, Ben hasn't cracked an eye open — not even once. If not for the telling rise and fall of his chest, it would be worrying. To reassure herself, she rotates toward him and splays her fingers across his chest, taking in the thud of his heartbeat as it drums against the flat of her palm. He's solid and alive, she reminds herself, shoulders sagging with slight relief.
She could jostle him awake if she were less compassionate, but the peace radiating from him is a clear indication he's in need of rest. In the meantime, she... needs a shower. A bathroom break if her aching bladder has anything to say about it. A moment to collect their belongings from the ship, including the stash of rations in the Falcon's compartments. They both have to be starved and dehydrated by now; the dry, cotton texture in her mouth informs her of that unfortunate fact. Determined to slip away, she glances down to the band of his arm and plucks cautiously at each individual finger in a careful effort to extract herself from him. ]
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All throughout the commotion, Ben hasn't cracked an eye open — not even once. If not for the telling rise and fall of his chest, it would be worrying. To reassure herself, she rotates toward him and splays her fingers across his chest, taking in the thud of his heartbeat as it drums against the flat of her palm. He's solid and alive, she reminds herself, shoulders sagging with slight relief.
She could jostle him awake if she were less compassionate, but the peace radiating from him is a clear indication he's in need of rest. In the meantime, she... needs a shower. A bathroom break if her aching bladder has anything to say about it. A moment to collect their belongings from the ship, including the stash of rations in the Falcon's compartments. They both have to be starved and dehydrated by now; the dry, cotton texture in her mouth informs her of that unfortunate fact. Determined to slip away, she glances down to the band of his arm and plucks cautiously at each individual finger in a careful effort to extract herself from him. ]