[ Small hands wipe slush off her half-bared arms while she sizes him up out of the corner of her eyes, turning half away to offer him some dignity as he hacks over the grass. Huffing out a breath, she allows sarcasm to drip into her voice. ]
Don't hurry to thank me. I was only trying to save your life. [ Despite her sour tone, the scowl fades quickly as she studies him with concern where he leans over to lose his guts over the toll the task took on him. She doesn't want to crowd him, but there's really no certainty that it was permanent without Kylo Ren being the one to offer it, and he hasn't still.
Casting aside courtesy for his dignity, she strides up beside him. Not so long ago, their positions were reversed, the Force overwhelming her and leaving her staggered and heaving. He had mocked her. Rey keeps a safe distance between them, keenly aware that they've had enough contact for one day.
Instead of reaching for him, she pulls up the bands of her arm wraps, examining the red welts left in her forearm with the cursory inspection of a woman too experienced with minor injuries to give much thought to it. The assessment is over quickly, and only then does she confront him. ] Is this for now, or for good?
[ It doesn't occur to her that he might be equally clueless, that they're hand-in-hand staggering blindly into the dim light of some muddy middle gray area that neither of them has explored or understood, one that has not historically proven effective for any Jedi or Sith to walk, to the understanding of those who still live. Eventually, the scales always tip. Eventually. She's too used to thinking of Kylo Ren as the one who seems to have all the answers that he may or may not choose to impart about the Force, regardless of the bias carried in those answers. ]
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Don't hurry to thank me. I was only trying to save your life. [ Despite her sour tone, the scowl fades quickly as she studies him with concern where he leans over to lose his guts over the toll the task took on him. She doesn't want to crowd him, but there's really no certainty that it was permanent without Kylo Ren being the one to offer it, and he hasn't still.
Casting aside courtesy for his dignity, she strides up beside him. Not so long ago, their positions were reversed, the Force overwhelming her and leaving her staggered and heaving. He had mocked her. Rey keeps a safe distance between them, keenly aware that they've had enough contact for one day.
Instead of reaching for him, she pulls up the bands of her arm wraps, examining the red welts left in her forearm with the cursory inspection of a woman too experienced with minor injuries to give much thought to it. The assessment is over quickly, and only then does she confront him. ] Is this for now, or for good?
[ It doesn't occur to her that he might be equally clueless, that they're hand-in-hand staggering blindly into the dim light of some muddy middle gray area that neither of them has explored or understood, one that has not historically proven effective for any Jedi or Sith to walk, to the understanding of those who still live. Eventually, the scales always tip. Eventually. She's too used to thinking of Kylo Ren as the one who seems to have all the answers that he may or may not choose to impart about the Force, regardless of the bias carried in those answers. ]