A/N: A tie-in to the previous drabble from Rey's POV
When Rey and Finn realised Poe was missing, Rey had no doubt they would find him. They'd scour the planet if that was what it took to bring him home.
No, the issue was always what state he'd be in when they did. As they trawled through the old cobblestone streets, images had flashed unbidden through her mind. Charred wounds. Skeletal frame. Sunken eyes. She'd never spoken her fears aloud, not wanting to panic Finn further, but she was sure he had similar thoughts.
When they reached him, screaming and surrounded by a crowd of stormtroopers, some of the tension had eased from her body. They'd arrived in time. He was bruised and bleeding but, most importantly, he was breathing steadily.
And smiling. It was more of a pained twitch of the lips than a proper grin, but there was relief and hope and certainty all rolled into that slight quirk of the mouth.
They would make it through this as they always did.
A/N: Prompt: 'No, his smile isn't much like a skeleton at all.' from There Are Birds Here by Jamaal May