When the door creaks open, Rey lifts her head and watches Ben back into the room. The simple domesticity of the moment nearly bowls her over, and she smiles as eyes well up once more.

For awhile after her arrival in Darrow, she had thought that this place was some sort of afterlife. She's given up on that way of thinking for the most part, but sometimes she still wonders. Is this heaven?

She holds out her bandaged hand to take the cookies that he must have bought just because she likes them, and smiles up at him, warm and grateful as her fingers curl over the top of the small pile.

"I make no promises," she replies with a sunny smile, and then tips her chin up to pucker her lips in a silent request for a kiss.