Snow White
Light shone from the AT-AT's cracked-open hatch. Rey slowed, eyes narrowing. Seeing no movement, hearing no sounds but wind whistling across sand, she crept forward, slipped inside. And stopped dead.
Everything was clean.
She spun, seeking the intruder. Her staff clattered onto the metal deckplates.
"Gruurgh." Her hammock swayed. A silky mop of disarrayed black hair emerged, then moonlight-pale skin, then...
She couldn't look away from his eyes.
"Town is that way." Jabbing a finger.
"I can't—"
"Well, you can't stay with me."
His shuffling footsteps stopped. She swung around.
"Please?"
Those eyes again.
"...Come on."
His smile was breathtaking.