[She holds her grip on the other woman’s arm for a moment longer and then lets it drop away, her sleeve falling back over her heavily bruised arms. Her presence would be of little comfort here. She could not possibly know the pain Rey is experiencing, both as a result of being tortured and as a result of her life needing to be erased. Being torn from her friends from her own world.
Perhaps it was a blessing that she did not know Jon Snow quite so well as Rey knew Poe.]
I imagine so. You have been through more than most. Is there anything I can do for you? Or would you prefer to be alone?
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Perhaps it was a blessing that she did not know Jon Snow quite so well as Rey knew Poe.]
I imagine so. You have been through more than most. Is there anything I can do for you? Or would you prefer to be alone?