The breath she had been holding comes out in a sigh of relief once her shirt has come up high enough that it's not touching the bruise anymore, but she doesn't hunch. She just pulls the shirt off the rest of the way and then sits up properly, because why would she worry about covering herself? Facing forward Tommy won't see anything he shouldn't and she's not embarrassed and anyway, she knows her body's dimensions. She's filled out since she's been here but even if he wanted to see her, which she knows he doesn't, this angle is all wrong. Her breasts are too small to see unless she turns toward him, which she won't be doing.

And once the shirt is off, anyway, there's the bruise to look at before anything else. She's slender and she did fall hard and the bruise takes up half her back, looks bad enough that just the pain from it had had Rey worrying she might have had some cracked ribs, but she's checked and she's in the clear now. It's just a bruise, but it's quite impressive.

"Yes, thank you," she answers him, and the relief in her voice makes it very clear she's thanking him for helping her get the shirt of entirely. "It must be bad if it made you make that noise."