[ her skin prickles. it's ... this isn't what she usually does. usually, rey makes her quota by finding people first, spending time with them, getting to know them. but kylo's death leaves her feeling like being anyone but herself. crawling out of her own skin. erratic. unlike herself.
she'd almost done this once. she'd wound up in an insecurity room with cy, spitting venom at him, and she'd never set food in there again. ]
... Do I really need to get dressed?
[ she turns to look back at him, expression open to match her bluntness. she unwraps the towel, bundles it in her arms. ]
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she'd almost done this once. she'd wound up in an insecurity room with cy, spitting venom at him, and she'd never set food in there again. ]
... Do I really need to get dressed?
[ she turns to look back at him, expression open to match her bluntness. she unwraps the towel, bundles it in her arms. ]