[ His voice carries through the hold in a way that makes it impossible to ignore the way it crashes against the rocky shore of her back. Rey takes a moment to rally herself for the interaction, sure from his flat and somehow persistently critical tone that she won't enjoy it, but even that is a moment too long, and he's already stolen her food. Instinct drives Rey to swipe at him and grab it back with all the force of her not inconsiderable strength, shoving him back with one well-placed palm at his center of gravity. ]
Get off! [ She barks, teeth bared with the sharp demand like a cornered animal. Years suffered in the barren wasteland of Jakku made her defensive of meals, and it was impossible for one who'd spent so much formative time scrounging for food, on the brink of starvation, to really accept in her bones that she didn't have to worry about where her next meal wold come from. Realizing with some small shame the severity of her reaction, she schools calm into the tension of her jaw, though she still holds the chalky ration bar to her ribs with all the lingering possessiveness.
The wariness of her gaze is only exacerbated when she realizes what he'd said to her while he was taking it, escalating to suspicion in the way her eyes narrow. ] That's what I'm trying to fix.
[ It's not the first time she's gone so long without sleep; at least this time, she'd had food while she waited for Kylo to wake up in his makeshift cell. She could remember drifting in and out of consciousness for a lack of both while she was working on that ship she'd worked on with Devi and Strunk. Fleetingly, perhaps in demonstration of her exhaustion, she wondered where they were now—if they were safe and happy as they'd dreamed they'd be once they left Jakku, or if the First Order had simply scooped them up a few outposts down. ]
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Get off! [ She barks, teeth bared with the sharp demand like a cornered animal. Years suffered in the barren wasteland of Jakku made her defensive of meals, and it was impossible for one who'd spent so much formative time scrounging for food, on the brink of starvation, to really accept in her bones that she didn't have to worry about where her next meal wold come from. Realizing with some small shame the severity of her reaction, she schools calm into the tension of her jaw, though she still holds the chalky ration bar to her ribs with all the lingering possessiveness.
The wariness of her gaze is only exacerbated when she realizes what he'd said to her while he was taking it, escalating to suspicion in the way her eyes narrow. ] That's what I'm trying to fix.
[ It's not the first time she's gone so long without sleep; at least this time, she'd had food while she waited for Kylo to wake up in his makeshift cell. She could remember drifting in and out of consciousness for a lack of both while she was working on that ship she'd worked on with Devi and Strunk. Fleetingly, perhaps in demonstration of her exhaustion, she wondered where they were now—if they were safe and happy as they'd dreamed they'd be once they left Jakku, or if the First Order had simply scooped them up a few outposts down. ]