[ Her reply came in the form of a nod that was stiff enough to show some reflection on the matter went into it. One hand rested against her ribs as if to prod at the wounds, taking stock and measure, but she dropped it quickly enough to dismiss them. It did her no good to voice her doubts about whether his were really tolerable or not, not when he'd only scowl and argue, and they needed to climb down regardless. If he was indeed exaggerating his health, then he could suffer for it.

With that bit of nastiness estimated, she opened up the leather pouch on her hip and began to root around the cable lines she'd kept in there since she needed them to rappel into a felled AT-AT. The cord was a fibrous sort of metal that allowed for flexibility as well as sturdiness, and she pulled the coil out with some relief. Dirt from Jakku still clung in the joints where the thin fibrous wires bonded, and Rey found herself surprised to feel a sense of wistful nostalgia as her thumb brushed it off. ]

Getting down will be quicker than getting up was, at least. Then we can rendezvous with the rest of the fleet. [ To call it a fleet was generous, but Rey felt they deserved a bit of generosity for the miracle of their mere survival. ] I'm sure General Organa already has a plan for what to do about Hapes.