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Rey hasn't left the Falcon in over a day.
After Ben left the previous night, she tried to get some sleep, but it was impossible. All she could do was think about everything she had remembered and all that came after. She laid there in the bunk she had claimed for herself and realized that not only did she now know what it feels like to be wrapped up in Ben Solo's arms, but she missed it the moment it stopped.
She spends most of the day lost in her thoughts, and now she's lounging on the padded seat at the table and poking at a Dejarik game that had been left abandoned. The sudden sound of the access ramp being opened makes her spine straighten, and she wonders if maybe it's him, if he's come back, even though she knows she would have sensed him approaching.
Seeing Jyn come onto the ship isn't a disappointment, not in the slightest, but it does make her realize that she has let herself spend the day languishing in her thoughts without doing a single productive thing. It might be the first time in her life that she has ever done such thing.
"Jyn, hi," she says with a tired but genuine smile, dragging herself into a sitting position as she turns off the game's projection.
After Ben left the previous night, she tried to get some sleep, but it was impossible. All she could do was think about everything she had remembered and all that came after. She laid there in the bunk she had claimed for herself and realized that not only did she now know what it feels like to be wrapped up in Ben Solo's arms, but she missed it the moment it stopped.
She spends most of the day lost in her thoughts, and now she's lounging on the padded seat at the table and poking at a Dejarik game that had been left abandoned. The sudden sound of the access ramp being opened makes her spine straighten, and she wonders if maybe it's him, if he's come back, even though she knows she would have sensed him approaching.
Seeing Jyn come onto the ship isn't a disappointment, not in the slightest, but it does make her realize that she has let herself spend the day languishing in her thoughts without doing a single productive thing. It might be the first time in her life that she has ever done such thing.
"Jyn, hi," she says with a tired but genuine smile, dragging herself into a sitting position as she turns off the game's projection.
