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As his hands move lower Rey finds herself fighting the urge to sit up straighter, to squirm her way away from that touch with the knowledge that it's going to feel terrible when it gets to the worst of the injury, but she holds herself still. The effect is the muscles in her shoulders and her back flexing, tensing under his fingers, but her voice is even when she speaks.

"You should still leave him be. As far as I'm concerned, this is over."

Unless he does it again. That's an entirely different situation.