Rey holds onto him as he speaks, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against hers. She tries to imagine it, him waking up here alone after what he did. It makes her clutch at him tighter, as if she could somehow drag him inside of herself.

“I’m here now,” she assures him, letting out a warm, shuddering breath against his neck. There must be a reason for the two of them to have found themselves here, something cosmic that keeps pushing them together. “I’m not going anywhere.”