It doesn't take her too long to open the door and let him in, partly because she knew he was on his way but mostly because she doesn't want to be outside around people so she doubts he likes it any either.
Because she hadn't intended to go anywhere outside her own room at all day, Rey is dressed for exactly that. There are no wraps around her arms, the linen gauze that usually crosses her chest is absent, even her hair is down, creased into waves from being up in three buns more often than not. Her weapons are missing too, the lightsaber hidden away and her staff resting just inside the doorway just in case she should need it, and the overall effect is that she looks less severe than she normally does.
There's a bleakness to her face that keeps her from looking soft, though. She's worn down, not because of what happened in the Enclosure but because of everything else, because of weeks of things going wrong, and when she looks up at Tommy she doesn't smile, but her eyes are gentle enough that that counts to her. It's an attempt, at least, and it last until she sees how rough he looks.
"It's a good thing I took some alcohol from the bar," she says, a little absent and a little concerned all at once. "It's on the chess table, you can help yourself."
She doesn't intend to drink it, after all. When he goes to look, though, he'll find the bottle and a glass aren't the only thing there. There's the bowcaster, the weapon she had drawn for him, waiting there too.
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Because she hadn't intended to go anywhere outside her own room at all day, Rey is dressed for exactly that. There are no wraps around her arms, the linen gauze that usually crosses her chest is absent, even her hair is down, creased into waves from being up in three buns more often than not. Her weapons are missing too, the lightsaber hidden away and her staff resting just inside the doorway just in case she should need it, and the overall effect is that she looks less severe than she normally does.
There's a bleakness to her face that keeps her from looking soft, though. She's worn down, not because of what happened in the Enclosure but because of everything else, because of weeks of things going wrong, and when she looks up at Tommy she doesn't smile, but her eyes are gentle enough that that counts to her. It's an attempt, at least, and it last until she sees how rough he looks.
"It's a good thing I took some alcohol from the bar," she says, a little absent and a little concerned all at once. "It's on the chess table, you can help yourself."
She doesn't intend to drink it, after all. When he goes to look, though, he'll find the bottle and a glass aren't the only thing there. There's the bowcaster, the weapon she had drawn for him, waiting there too.