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“..Ren.”

Her sniffs softened as he approached, hurriedly swiping her palm across her eye-line and moving to stand from her kneeling position. “No, no, please I don’t...”

She might have chuckled at the statement, were it not very likely something he may do. It did confuse her as to why he would care, after all they were more so slightly unwitting accomplices at this time, but it. . . warmed a strange part of her to know that he felt alright displaying such a form of seeming protectiveness. 

He has always been there, just on the edges. unseen, but present. Others more directly guiding Kylo Ren (Ben). But he knew, at times, that making himself known had its advantages. To those chosen few who were so very special. the ones who knew that were important in the war to come. He thought to perhaps bolster the faith of those devout to him: the darkness. He decided to come to him one day when he was practicing; training. He was there, in a shadowy corner, watching. “Your swing is very reckless.” A taunt.

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The feeling of sudden, warm, smooth fabric hugging her shoulders caused the faintest jolt of shock cascading along her spine. Surprise sparked delight which brightened the twinkle in her eyes, hair tucked under the collar of the jacket a little large for Rey’s back made her feel somehow young again. The simple blessing of a dearest one’s clothes being passed to you in a time of mild need, a service and display of casual but deep affection otherwise lost on the scavenger girl. Until now.

Words tripped over themselves on their way through her parted lips, a thanks not seeming large enough to fill the magnitude of feeling the small gesture brings. Her gratitude expands through their bond, even. Lighting up her soul, waves of light springing from her being like comets, spraying the Force between them in stardust.