Steady On.

Chapter 39.

"I've never seen them this large." She said as she limped up to it.

Kylo turned from the dresser, an old radar detector in his hand as he shut the drawer. He watched her approach the bed, placing a hand against the soft material.

The whole ordeal made him anxious, eager to get her away from his hide-away all together.

Trying to calm his annoyance, he glanced away and focused on his breathing. "You...you can sleep in here. I'll stay out in the loft." He said, walking back towards the door. Rey turned to him as fast as she could, her eyes wide.

She hated to admit it, but for the first time in her life, she was terrified of being alone.

She knew the events from the day would cascade down her mind, and in the state she was already in, she was not able to handle the silence.

"Um," she gulped, knowing she shouldn't ask anyway. He paused at the door, his back to her "I don't... I can't..." His head turned towards her, and his eyes drifted from the ground up to her face.

He was going to continue walking, hell he was only one step from getting out of the room...

But the frightened emotion that spiked through the air is the only thing that made him stop.

It was against every single thing Snoke had taught him... this emotion. This sorrow... The pity.

Yet, somehow... He still felt it. In the pit of his stomach, he felt it there, alive.

Glancing away, his large hand gripped the door handle as he debated.

"Fine." Was all he said as he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down with his back against the wall. He watched as she struggled to get onto the bed, the bed being much higher than the usual cot she was used to.

Rey was attempting to hop onto the bed... and while doing so, she knew she looked like a fool.

Tired and frustrated, she glanced at him only to find him watching her, suppressing a smirk.

Rolling his eyes, he got back up, walking over to her and swiftly bending down to pick her up, letting her fall onto the bed.

Silently, she cursed at him as she gathered the large garment she was drowning in and placed it on the bed as she laid back.

Rey had never felt a softer cushion, the mat itself seemed to form around her aching bones, comforting each one.

Sighing, Rey turned to her side, facing Kylo, who was staring down at the empty space between them.

Re-adjusting, Rey struggled with what to say, feeling odd that she was lying next to the person she was supposedly at war with. Part of her felt guilty, as if she was betraying the trust of everyone in the rebellion, her cheeks growing hot at the thought of them finding out...

However, he was changing... She couldn't place her finger on it, be she felt it.

Rey was sure she could see more if she pressed on in his mind, but the thought frightened her, the image still burned in her mind from the last time the force overtook her.

For nearly two hours, Rey tossed and turned, her body aching for rest and her mind begging for sleep. The memory of Kai's faced appeared the moment her eyes closed, the sounds of her cries whispering in her ears.

As sleep finally overcame her, so did her nightmares.

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Several hours later, the sun was beginning to rise, the sounds of raindrops hitting a nearby window echoed throughout the hut. Rey's eyes shot up, plagued with restlessness.