Rey secured the seatbelt around Cela and herself as Poe climbed aboard the X-wing. "The Rebels have been alerted to our arrival," Poe said as he flipped some of the startup buttons on the dashboard.
"And Cela?" Rey asked. "What did you say about her?"
Poe tensed. "They know there's an ill human infant on board," he said slowly. "They don't know who her parents are, let alone that you're traveling with me. But I've sent an encrypted message to Luke, so he'll be aware long before we arrive,"
"So they still don't really know about her then,"
Hearing the hesitation in her voice, Poe twisted around. "No," he admitted, "They do not,"
Rey gave a small nod. Whatever the Rebels were expecting, it wouldn't be this. "So long as Cela gets better, that's all that matters,"
And Rey was confident Cela would. She and Ben had both reached out with the Force in an attempt to locate what was happening with their daughter. From what they observed, the answer was simple enough, yet still dangled just out of their reach. This was something that could easily be mended- all they needed were the right remedies.