[ For a moment, Rey considers carrying it with her for spite, but the helmet is bulky and interferes with her grip on the stock of the blaster rifle; it clunks as it hits the dirt, a plume of dust carried up around it as it creates a hearty dip in the landscape where it falls. Let him stew. Sand grinds beneath her boots as she turns heel and paces away from him without another word; concern that he will vanish into the dark while she is gone surfaces briefly, but she drowns it out by fixing her awareness on the steady throb of his thigh where it echoes in her own.
The hike back to the Falcon is tedious if not overly long, made longer by the way the heat of her injury spreads from one single point between her ribs, out through her lung and around her back. As worrisome as it is, it doesn't flag her step, for she knows the answer lies up on the creaking pile of garbage that had sat under a tarp just miles from her for years without her ever realizing what it could be to her.
When she boards, she moves past the cargo bay where the medical supplies wait, settling her palms on the back of the cockpit seats and staring out at the woodlands revealed by the front viewscreen. She presses her lips tightly together, quietly wishes that its original owner were here to offer her something, or at least forgive her for absconding with his murderer and leaving the Resistance to whatever fate befalls them. She takes small comfort in knowing that he's done the same, willingly and not, though it doesn't escape her that he recognized his avoidance for what it was and returned with them.
Turning away from the pilot chair, she hastens back through the central winding corridor and gathers up the bacta, stuffs an economical but what she suspects is sufficient amount into the leather pouch at her side, then strips off the linen that wraps around her body, disentangling the bands of fabric from her belt so she can pile it in a corner.
Dark brown and deep red stain a third of her tunic, the ivory canvas absorbing everything from mud to blood, and she pulls it up to slap a bacta patch against the smeared and dirty wound over sweat and dust from the mine. The back of her hand wipes sweat from her forehead, and she turns to leave her home behind and return to the wild ghost town whence she came to sift and scavenge once again through the hollowed relics of an age past. ]
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The hike back to the Falcon is tedious if not overly long, made longer by the way the heat of her injury spreads from one single point between her ribs, out through her lung and around her back. As worrisome as it is, it doesn't flag her step, for she knows the answer lies up on the creaking pile of garbage that had sat under a tarp just miles from her for years without her ever realizing what it could be to her.
When she boards, she moves past the cargo bay where the medical supplies wait, settling her palms on the back of the cockpit seats and staring out at the woodlands revealed by the front viewscreen. She presses her lips tightly together, quietly wishes that its original owner were here to offer her something, or at least forgive her for absconding with his murderer and leaving the Resistance to whatever fate befalls them. She takes small comfort in knowing that he's done the same, willingly and not, though it doesn't escape her that he recognized his avoidance for what it was and returned with them.
Turning away from the pilot chair, she hastens back through the central winding corridor and gathers up the bacta, stuffs an economical but what she suspects is sufficient amount into the leather pouch at her side, then strips off the linen that wraps around her body, disentangling the bands of fabric from her belt so she can pile it in a corner.
Dark brown and deep red stain a third of her tunic, the ivory canvas absorbing everything from mud to blood, and she pulls it up to slap a bacta patch against the smeared and dirty wound over sweat and dust from the mine. The back of her hand wipes sweat from her forehead, and she turns to leave her home behind and return to the wild ghost town whence she came to sift and scavenge once again through the hollowed relics of an age past. ]