A/N: Can it be considered a 'one bed fic' if there isn't a bed?

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The afternoon was very similar to the morning, with lots of walking and the occasional back and forth banter between them. It was comfortable and distracting for her mind, but never slowed them down. They covered a lot of ground, despite the fact that they had to leave the game trail at one point and get deeper into the jungle. Rey couldn't help but poke at Poe at that point. "Bet you wish for a machete now."

Rey was definitely feeling tired and sore when the shadows started to take over; the sun was getting low.

Poe pushed on a bit more, but eventually determined that a small clearing with a tiny stream that pooled in the center would be a good place to camp for the night. In silence, they began to work together to make a modest campfire, each laying out their own blanket 'beds' on opposite sides of the blaze. Poe set up the mini pan he had brought from the cave and began to warm up more stew over the fire. Rey's stomach began to rumble as the delicious smell enveloped her.

Silently, they ate, and once done Rey took both of their dishes and the pan over to the stream to rinse them, setting them off to the side to dry; he had cooked, she would clean, she determined. He watched her with a bemused look on his face, but said nothing. Once done, she sat back on her blankets, staring into the fire, feeling sleep creep up on her. She took a deep breath, unwilling to end the day quite yet.

"Do you still have family in Chicago?" she asked. Though her voice was quiet, it still seemed to break the silence a bit abruptly.

Poe, who had also been staring into the fire, looked up at her. "No, my dad moved back to his native Yavin a few years back." Yavin wasn't too far from Ajan Kloss, Rey knew, with a similar climate but a more modern government that focused on tourism; they didn't have the drug problem Ajan Kloss did, and poverty was much lower.

"And your mom?"

He was silent for a while, but answered her with a soft look. "She died when I was eight. Cancer."

"I'm sorry." She said the words automatically, knowing they wouldn't help with any lingering pain he might be feeling, but wanting to acknowledge that pain anyway. "My mother died from a brain aneurysm," she said quietly. "I inherited my migraines from her."

Poe frowned. "Are aneurysms common with migraines?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

"Not necessarily," Rey told him. "But it makes it that much harder for us to tell whether it's a migraine or something deadly." She shrugged. "She was just walking along with my dad and me, probably thinking it was just another migraine coming on, when she suddenly collapsed." She gave him a brief smile. "I guess we never know, do we? When that day will come or how?"

He stared at her intently. "Yeah, I guess not." He shifted, looking a bit uncomfortable as he focused on the fire once more. After a bit, he said, "We best get some sleep."

She nodded and started to situate herself on her blanket, taking the second blanket she had brought and rolling it up as a pillow; the nights were so warm here there was no need to cover herself. Unless it started raining, the thought. It was the 'dry' season right now, but that didn't mean rain wasn't possible; it was a rainforest, after all.

As tired as she was, she felt wide awake after laying down. She watched the fire as is got lower and lower, and at one point looked past it to her companion, expecting to see him sleeping. But he wasn't. He was watching her. She swallowed and closed her eyes, trying to focus on prayer; praying the rosary had gotten her through a lot of tough moments in her life, and it relaxed her and helped her sleep most times. However, rustling from the jungle behind her kept making her jump, and twice she jerked around to look over her shoulder.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there, sleep seemingly getting farther and farther away, when Poe's voice broke through the sound of all the singing nocturnal insects. "Come here," he said gently.

She lifted her head to look at him. "What?"

He was propped up on his elbow, looking at her. "Come sleep next to me, so I can watch your back."

Rey's first thought was that sleeping next to him would be a very bad idea, but everything else in her approved of the suggestion. As independent as she was, she was nervous and scared, and the idea of sleeping close to him comforted her. Among other things. She took a deep breath and nodded, then got up, grabbing her blankets as she did so, and moved over to him. He scooched back away from the fire so she could lie between him and it, and she spread out her blanket and lay down facing the fire, her back to him. He didn't touch her, but he lay close enough she could feel his body heat, and she felt her own body relax almost immediately.

Within moments, she was asleep.

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A/N: Just a short little chapter to set up for... well, let's just say things are about to get interesting. See you Friday!