[ She hauls him up over the edge, not letting go of her clasp around his palm until he's rolling over and gasping, and only then does Rey accept that he's firmly enough on solid ground that she can draw back. At first, she tries to sway to her feet, but she crumbles back to one knee, woozy with exhaustion, just in time for Kylo's color commentary from over on the ground nearby.
It prompts her to cast a glimpse inward, assess the energy that stirs within her, or lack thereof, and actually consider how far she can reasonably push herself, consider that she's already well beyond it. Many a time, on Jakku, she pushed herself further still. She can remember passing out from sunstroke, starvation, fatigue, shaking with all of the above until she was all but useless, but incapable do anything else for she was her only way out of it.
The situation is not precisely the same now, but it remains difficult for her to set aside that context when she knows that in this too her life depends on her constant action; more than that, most of the galaxy depends on it. Perhaps not on her individually, but on her efforts to the greater Resistance.
Only Kylo's identification of the problem causes her to slow. She turns to sink into a sitting position, legs bent, and catches her breath with her elbows propped on her kneecaps. A moment passes in silence before she drops her head, shoulders heaving, and finds words. ]
Down will be easier. I've got steel cord; we can rappel. [ She pats the bag on her hip. ] Let's just hope it was for nothing, or we'll have worse than a climb down to deal with.
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It prompts her to cast a glimpse inward, assess the energy that stirs within her, or lack thereof, and actually consider how far she can reasonably push herself, consider that she's already well beyond it. Many a time, on Jakku, she pushed herself further still. She can remember passing out from sunstroke, starvation, fatigue, shaking with all of the above until she was all but useless, but incapable do anything else for she was her only way out of it.
The situation is not precisely the same now, but it remains difficult for her to set aside that context when she knows that in this too her life depends on her constant action; more than that, most of the galaxy depends on it. Perhaps not on her individually, but on her efforts to the greater Resistance.
Only Kylo's identification of the problem causes her to slow. She turns to sink into a sitting position, legs bent, and catches her breath with her elbows propped on her kneecaps. A moment passes in silence before she drops her head, shoulders heaving, and finds words. ]
Down will be easier. I've got steel cord; we can rappel. [ She pats the bag on her hip. ] Let's just hope it was for nothing, or we'll have worse than a climb down to deal with.