Blood poured out of Rey's wound— a mortal wound. This was it. This would be the end. And she was okay with it. After all that had happened there was nothing left for her on this plane anymore. She was looking forward to what was next.
As she drifted off to sleep a cold sensation wrapped around her abdominal and her eyes fluttered open.
"Ben." There he was, by her side, touching her wound. She hadn't seen him since he died. His ghost had never appeared to her before.
He smiled as the wound closed and then he faded away.