[ Skin-to-skin contact, welcome as it is, distracts her briefly, and the floating apparatus of his half-assembled lightsaber bobs and dips in the air as she leans into him, collecting herself, finding a center that doesn't come from melting into the warmth of his touch. Rey bites down on her lower lip. ]

I'll understand if you can't, busy as you are. [ She dragged out the words with such patience that it sounded trivial and unimportant, the whole affair. Closing her hands, she brought the metal components together and locked them in, then took great care to allow it to float back to the surface of his desk, assembled. Better to have it done properly and out of the way now, the way she could sense his mind was going. ]

It's a miracle you fit anything at all in between your holos and your reading. [ Her voice stays sweet, making the scoff she affords such things implicit this time. Better than her brassy attitude across text, surely. Much better, when considering the way her eyes darken upon watching him, pupils wide, still as a hunt trying to sneak up prey. ] I wonder that anything could seize your attention from them.