[ The closeness and fullness of his voice does not startle her, for she's had it bobbing around in her mind more times than she can count already, and as such, the whisper only feels appropriate: the heat of his breath on her neck is another story, prickling her skin in a way that causes her to glance back with implicit discouragement in the uneasy look she fixes on him, but Chewbacca beats her to the punch and Kylo Ren makes space between them—some, at least. Rey shrugs the tension out of her shoulders.
The palace interior is grand without being gaudy; tall arches sculpted from some kind of mineral that glimmers like their rainbow gems make up the corridors, which are mostly empty. She'd never made the conversion to Hapes from Galactic Standard, but she imagines that it must be very late despite the glow that emanates through the wide open windows. Light of any sort seems unnecessary here, for even at night, the whole city thrums with energy.
The guides bring them into a room capped with a dome of glass that branches off in many directions, turning to welcome them to Hapes with pleasantness that, in the wake of Kylo's explanation, feels deceptive and unfeeling rather than genuine. By their explanation, the lot of them are to remain here with the rest of the Resistance forces to pass the night until a hearing can be arranged with the Queen-Mother. Rey keeps herself from looking too relieved until they are alone. ]
Send a transmission to the General. [ She turns to instruct Chewie on that. ] Make sure she knows we're here. I don't plan to stay long enough to meet the Queen-Mother unless I absolutely have to. [ The fatigue catches her in its completeness and she takes one look around the myriad hallways to rooms and beds that welcome them before getting overwhelmed by all of it. She draws a breath from deep in her chest to straighten her back and charge down one of them. ] And don't wake me up unless someone's dead.
*~*~higher education*~*~
The palace interior is grand without being gaudy; tall arches sculpted from some kind of mineral that glimmers like their rainbow gems make up the corridors, which are mostly empty. She'd never made the conversion to Hapes from Galactic Standard, but she imagines that it must be very late despite the glow that emanates through the wide open windows. Light of any sort seems unnecessary here, for even at night, the whole city thrums with energy.
The guides bring them into a room capped with a dome of glass that branches off in many directions, turning to welcome them to Hapes with pleasantness that, in the wake of Kylo's explanation, feels deceptive and unfeeling rather than genuine. By their explanation, the lot of them are to remain here with the rest of the Resistance forces to pass the night until a hearing can be arranged with the Queen-Mother. Rey keeps herself from looking too relieved until they are alone. ]
Send a transmission to the General. [ She turns to instruct Chewie on that. ] Make sure she knows we're here. I don't plan to stay long enough to meet the Queen-Mother unless I absolutely have to. [ The fatigue catches her in its completeness and she takes one look around the myriad hallways to rooms and beds that welcome them before getting overwhelmed by all of it. She draws a breath from deep in her chest to straighten her back and charge down one of them. ] And don't wake me up unless someone's dead.