"So am I," she replies, letting her eyes catch on that faint uptick of the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, she wants nothing more than to see him smile. Maybe now she'll get a chance.

"Maybe it will be hard, but I happen to be fond of Ben Solo," she admits, with more levity than she feels. Perhaps it's a bold admission, and maybe she's too overwhelmed to sort out her feelings, but she can't deny what's right in front of her. "I'm glad you're alive."

I did want to take your hand. Spoken right after she struck a blow to end his life. There is no such thing as reason, not when it comes to this man. She'll feel everything, all of it, all at once.

Her hand trembles as she tries to hold her fork, so she sets it down to reach for one of the pieces of meat on the plate in front of her. The smell of it is delightful, even to her nervous stomach, and she takes a small bite. It's delicious enough to draw her attention, eyes widening a bit as she chews.

"I am also glad for bacon," she admits, giving him a small smile as she picks up another strip and holds it out to him. "I am too tired to come to any other conclusions at the moment."