( Kylo watches her shove the nutrient bar down her throat, tearing at it with bright, flashing teeth and chewing it in swell of one cheek, mouth halfway open. He feels his lip curl a little in retaliation, one eyebrow descending to look at her with a perplexed expression as she turns and puts the rest of it back where she got it in the first place. Uncivilized. Barbaric. Rough and unpolished around the edges. Jakku bleeds into her in overarching crescendos and progressions from one measure to the next but also blooms unexpectedly in small ways that might be easy to miss were he not paying such close attention.
It doesn't make him feel sorry for her, not precisely, but it does continue to cultivate the little seed of understanding that has sprouted as a result of their prolonged exposure to one another. What it will grow into, he can't be certain, but he makes a show of hiding it away under the scowl that settles back into position over his dark features. )
Have it your way. ( Kylo begins pulling his gloves off, stuffing them into his back pocket and stretching his fingers out to examine the burns. No worse for wear, but inflamed and bright red. His mouth presses into a thin line and he brushes by her to open the cabinet that she had just closed, fishing out her ration bar and tossing it to her over his shoulder. ) If you aren't going to sleep then you might as well finish it.
( He can't begrudge her the desire to keep one eye trained on him at all times, whether the eye is one of her actual, physical eyes or the way in which she can see and sense what he's doing through the Force. Were their positions reversed, he would do the same. He would probably restrain her in some way. Rey's exhaustion does little to help his cause, though, and the way that Kylo sees it, if they're attacked as soon as they touch down on Hapes, she will be of little value to him and even less assistance if she's not operating at full capacity. But he can't knock her out the way he had on Takodana, and his options run dry save for frogmarching her back into her bunk and glowering at her until she passes out from boredom, and he's not about to sacrifice the dignity he has left in order for that to be an actual, viable possibility.
It's better to find an alternative way of passing the time, and he considers her lightsaber strapped to her belt and his where it lays flat against his hip. First, though, his hands. )
Is there some semblance of first aid on this ship?
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It doesn't make him feel sorry for her, not precisely, but it does continue to cultivate the little seed of understanding that has sprouted as a result of their prolonged exposure to one another. What it will grow into, he can't be certain, but he makes a show of hiding it away under the scowl that settles back into position over his dark features. )
Have it your way. ( Kylo begins pulling his gloves off, stuffing them into his back pocket and stretching his fingers out to examine the burns. No worse for wear, but inflamed and bright red. His mouth presses into a thin line and he brushes by her to open the cabinet that she had just closed, fishing out her ration bar and tossing it to her over his shoulder. ) If you aren't going to sleep then you might as well finish it.
( He can't begrudge her the desire to keep one eye trained on him at all times, whether the eye is one of her actual, physical eyes or the way in which she can see and sense what he's doing through the Force. Were their positions reversed, he would do the same. He would probably restrain her in some way. Rey's exhaustion does little to help his cause, though, and the way that Kylo sees it, if they're attacked as soon as they touch down on Hapes, she will be of little value to him and even less assistance if she's not operating at full capacity. But he can't knock her out the way he had on Takodana, and his options run dry save for frogmarching her back into her bunk and glowering at her until she passes out from boredom, and he's not about to sacrifice the dignity he has left in order for that to be an actual, viable possibility.
It's better to find an alternative way of passing the time, and he considers her lightsaber strapped to her belt and his where it lays flat against his hip. First, though, his hands. )
Is there some semblance of first aid on this ship?