For some reason, she doesn’t expect him to wash her. The casual intimacy startles her, because no one has ever taken care of her like this. With anyone else, Rey would balk at it, shove it away, but Ben’s hands are so tender and she feels so safe that her eyes well up slightly as she relaxes into his soothing touch.

He can feel all of it, she’s sure, but she isn’t too embarrassed. She just leans back against him and revels in the feeling, letting her head rest back against his shoulder as his hands glide across her chest and stomach, under her arms and over her hips, down between her legs where she’s still sensitive and a little sore. Somehow it feels like one of the most intimate things they’ve done, and Rey lets out a shuddering breath.

Rey doesn’t need anyone to take care of her, but she might let Ben try a little, if he wanted.