[ The way his retort mocks her for her response also scolds her for her own efforts to sift through his head, but she doesn't let it truly discourage her from the interest that lies at a constant simmer. Still, she grips his arm where he offers it, curling her fingers around the surprisingly lithe limb where it settles under the thick fabric of his tunic.
Silence under the fire of his rebuff prompts him to speak again, this time didactic, and Rey listens with rapt attention when he describes the applications. In tandem, she feels his mind open to her, and she leans into the connection studiously There, the link between their minds feels like a tangible cord that she uses to pull herself in closer to him.
In his mind, she can feel the strides he takes and how he lengthens them with the Force. Though her attempts to replicate it on her own start out without grace or experience, stumbling through erratic back-and-forths in her speed that sometimes translate to her trailing just behind him like a child, she pushes further telepathically to allow him to take the lead, his movements guiding her body in kind, and the muscle memory translates more readily to an understanding than anything else.
And just like that, he's everywhere, flooding her awareness with the suddenness of a tidal wave's final crash, his presence cool in her extremities but not alarming or unwelcome. Their unified movements carry them as far as the camp before, slowing down, she extricates herself from the bond and feels a sudden aching absence to sift and separate which parts are his mind and which are hers.
She comes back into her own isolation with a pitched gasp, as sharp and sudden as a bucket of ice water. ]
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Silence under the fire of his rebuff prompts him to speak again, this time didactic, and Rey listens with rapt attention when he describes the applications. In tandem, she feels his mind open to her, and she leans into the connection studiously There, the link between their minds feels like a tangible cord that she uses to pull herself in closer to him.
In his mind, she can feel the strides he takes and how he lengthens them with the Force. Though her attempts to replicate it on her own start out without grace or experience, stumbling through erratic back-and-forths in her speed that sometimes translate to her trailing just behind him like a child, she pushes further telepathically to allow him to take the lead, his movements guiding her body in kind, and the muscle memory translates more readily to an understanding than anything else.
And just like that, he's everywhere, flooding her awareness with the suddenness of a tidal wave's final crash, his presence cool in her extremities but not alarming or unwelcome. Their unified movements carry them as far as the camp before, slowing down, she extricates herself from the bond and feels a sudden aching absence to sift and separate which parts are his mind and which are hers.
She comes back into her own isolation with a pitched gasp, as sharp and sudden as a bucket of ice water. ]