Even after cleaning herself, it felt like there was still sand on Rey's hands.
Just hours ago, Jakku's yellow sun had been beating down ruthlessly on her, her hands sore from scavenging for bits of metal, and the desert plains had stretched for miles in peaking waves. The sand was unavoidable; barely any shelter, and she couldn't remember the last time she hadn't slept with a coarse texture on her skin.
And now, she was... Surprisingly clean.
Rey rubbed her fingers against her palm, released them, and then looked down. Sure enough, there were no gritty grains of sand left on her fingers. A few cuts and scrapes here and there, and perhaps a bit of a red tinge where she'd burnt herself on some hot metal whilst scavenging, but she was almost completely okay.
Almost.
Where was Ben?
The scavenger looked at her bed, and then the door. She was supposed to have gone to sleep by now, remembering Han's passing statement about how tired she must have felt after narrowly escaping the First Order - and his debt collectors - but how was she supposed to sleep when the room felt so deathly silent?
It was horrible. When Ben had first arrived on Jakku, she had been apprehensive about letting him stay with her, sticking firmly to her 'loner' behaviour. But then over time, the activities she used to do by herself became something that was worth sharing. And what was most amazing was that Ben actually cared about it. For so long, Rey had been treated no better than the dirt on Jakku itself, but then Ben had stumbled into her life and showed her that she didn't need to feel lonely anymore.
Scavenging, eating, sleeping - they did it all. And now she was expected to sleep alone?
Rey huffed, annoyed and frustrated. Just being by herself made her distressed. The thought of being alone again on Jakku was enough to make her upset, but now she was in an unfamiliar environment, having been forced to abandon her life on Jakku when the First Order came looking for her, and her whole heart ached at the thought of not being able to hug Ben at the end of it all.
She brought her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with the blanket nervously. It was going to be a long 'rest'.
Just hours ago, Jakku's yellow sun had been beating down ruthlessly on her, her hands sore from scavenging for bits of metal, and the desert plains had stretched for miles in peaking waves. The sand was unavoidable; barely any shelter, and she couldn't remember the last time she hadn't slept with a coarse texture on her skin.
And now, she was... Surprisingly clean.
Rey rubbed her fingers against her palm, released them, and then looked down. Sure enough, there were no gritty grains of sand left on her fingers. A few cuts and scrapes here and there, and perhaps a bit of a red tinge where she'd burnt herself on some hot metal whilst scavenging, but she was almost completely okay.
Almost.
Where was Ben?
The scavenger looked at her bed, and then the door. She was supposed to have gone to sleep by now, remembering Han's passing statement about how tired she must have felt after narrowly escaping the First Order - and his debt collectors - but how was she supposed to sleep when the room felt so deathly silent?
It was horrible. When Ben had first arrived on Jakku, she had been apprehensive about letting him stay with her, sticking firmly to her 'loner' behaviour. But then over time, the activities she used to do by herself became something that was worth sharing. And what was most amazing was that Ben actually cared about it. For so long, Rey had been treated no better than the dirt on Jakku itself, but then Ben had stumbled into her life and showed her that she didn't need to feel lonely anymore.
Scavenging, eating, sleeping - they did it all. And now she was expected to sleep alone?
Rey huffed, annoyed and frustrated. Just being by herself made her distressed. The thought of being alone again on Jakku was enough to make her upset, but now she was in an unfamiliar environment, having been forced to abandon her life on Jakku when the First Order came looking for her, and her whole heart ached at the thought of not being able to hug Ben at the end of it all.
She brought her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with the blanket nervously. It was going to be a long 'rest'.