[ More acutely than she can feel the stab of pain each time his leg stretches out to support his weight, Rey can feel the humbled unease with which he accepts her assistance, and allows it to settle a blanket of quiet over their progression. She never flags in her ascent, not because there is no burn in her muscles or because she is not halfway to the point of collapse, but because there is no other option for her to weigh against their progress. Like most things she has resolved herself to in life, it simply must be done.
When finally she hauls herself over the top of the cliff, she doesn't lay flat like she wants to, breath heaving, muscles screaming with the long-coming respite, but instead turns immediately back over the edge to reach for him again, a silent offering of further assistance because she knows if he falls, she won't be proficient enough with the use of the Force in such a way—in the way he excels at most—in order to save him from more than a hundred feet of sheer drop. ]
We were right. Good view of the mine, and I think I can make out the ship too. [ Her words lean more towards optimistic urging than anything braggadocious, born out of the desire to believe it was worth something and that they'll make it up here. ]
i waS COUNTING ON YOU
When finally she hauls herself over the top of the cliff, she doesn't lay flat like she wants to, breath heaving, muscles screaming with the long-coming respite, but instead turns immediately back over the edge to reach for him again, a silent offering of further assistance because she knows if he falls, she won't be proficient enough with the use of the Force in such a way—in the way he excels at most—in order to save him from more than a hundred feet of sheer drop. ]
We were right. Good view of the mine, and I think I can make out the ship too. [ Her words lean more towards optimistic urging than anything braggadocious, born out of the desire to believe it was worth something and that they'll make it up here. ]