[ Rey feels the snap of the recoil of his mind from hers, and she's instantly stricken; she hadn't meant to peer into his head so invasively, certainly not if he wasn't receptive to it, but the yearning to had exerted too great a pull in that moment.
She focuses on his placating words meant to soothe, instead.
She opens her mouth to speak when he does, but everything below her neck in her chest feels too raw, too cauterized, too singed to talk. Obediently she tries to move her toes inside her boots, but can't quite grasp the sensation that she's doing it. ]
(Lungs feel raw. I can't seem to speak. You might need to remove my boot to find out whether my toes are moving or not.)
[ ...But the fact that she can't feel it for herself doesn't bode well, she realizes. ]
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She focuses on his placating words meant to soothe, instead.
She opens her mouth to speak when he does, but everything below her neck in her chest feels too raw, too cauterized, too singed to talk. Obediently she tries to move her toes inside her boots, but can't quite grasp the sensation that she's doing it. ]
( Lungs feel raw. I can't seem to speak. You might need to remove my boot to find out whether my toes are moving or not. )
[ ...But the fact that she can't feel it for herself doesn't bode well, she realizes. ]