[ The metal presses to her palm and pushes cool relief into her veins. Rey exhales slowly, her eyes fluttering up towards the ceiling before they close. It's done. At least it's done. She closes her fist around the hilt, waits in a more peaceful silence while he is attended.
The doctor tells him he'll need rest. A few days, at least, and to take it easy on the stitches she'd put in while the deeper cuts in his hands heal. He'd really done a number on them. But there was no need for him to stay here, at least. ]
Thank you. [ Says Rey quietly, the sound thick in the back of her throat. It's ostensibly directed at the doctor, and she does mean that, but — Ben, too. For disarming himself. ]
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The doctor tells him he'll need rest. A few days, at least, and to take it easy on the stitches she'd put in while the deeper cuts in his hands heal. He'd really done a number on them. But there was no need for him to stay here, at least. ]
Thank you. [ Says Rey quietly, the sound thick in the back of her throat. It's ostensibly directed at the doctor, and she does mean that, but — Ben, too. For disarming himself. ]