They stare at each other for a long moment and Rey chews nervously at her thumb nail as she thinks. This is— well, it isn’t great. She remembers what Ben said about the Jedi and their lack of personal attachments, and it makes sense that he wouldn’t have thought about it. She knows that she probably should have, but she couldn’t think of anything but how badly she wanted him.

“It’s— it’ll be okay,” Rey says after a moment, pushing her hair back from her face and putting it up in a messy bun with the elastic around her wrist. “I talked to someone when I got here. They mentioned a— like a clinic? Where you can—“

She turns and goes into the bedroom without continuing, swallowing hard has she pulls off the sweater and jerkily pulls on a pair of leggings. They have to figure this out because she can’t— she just can’t. “Ben! Come get dressed.”