Date: 2021-03-06 01:09 pm (UTC)
force_sensitive: (not awkward at all)
Once again he pulled away, breaking the moment. He was clearly determined to push her away. Specially after he had almost seemed ready to accept her request.

Rey shifted, shifting from her kneeling position to cross her legs as she turned to face the fire. She wiped her still wet forehead, the flames now tickling her face as it was exposed to it. She pushed the few strands off ahir sticking to her brow out of her face and then picked the bowl of stew she'd left on the floor.

Blowing on the steal steaming diner, she took that much needed bite.

"Not if you at least give it a try."

She wants to believe that is true. That failure in their training won't bring bitterness. That being unnable to make him fly to meet his sister won't fill her with regret.

She ate in silence, wondering if she ought to go back to the Falcon. Chewie aner Artoo would be there, surely think that her spending time with Master Skywalker was probably a good sign. Rey desperately wished that was true as she rested down on an old rug by the fire, her hand pillowing her head as exhaustion started claiming her.
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