Rey laughs delightedly as he rolls them over, still carefully clutching her cookies in one bandaged hand as he tucks her against his chest. Her backside rests in the cradle of his hips, and she keeps her legs stretched out to one side, since bending them kind of stings.

She’s so used to working through whatever pain or injury she’s feeling, and it’s a little odd to know that she could take a day or two off, if she wanted, with no real consequence at all. It’s not a luxury that she thinks that she’ll ever grow accustomed to.

“Impossible?” She repeats, with big eyes and a playful pout, jutting her lower lip out as he brushes crumbs away with his massive thumb.