The rest that first night was not a comfortable one. Both their senses were high on alert, excessively wary of each other's backs as they tried to get some sleep. It took some time before each of them decided that it was safe to give in to unconsciousness. When Kylo's side of the force had fallen silent, Rey knew she could sleep in peace. However, the sound of hurt and betrayal from Kylo Ren's voice kept her awake. It replayed in her mind and the gnawing guilt kept her conscience focused on him. She knew she did not have to feel this way, having made the ultimate right choice over the wrong one. But he had long demonstrated to her how he could put aside his caution and trust her. Could she have possibly lost it all just when she had just gained it?

Light began to peek from the horizon. There was no use in trying to fall asleep. He would be up by the time she could get any rest. Rey decided to make herself useful if they wanted to survive the day.

Soon enough Kylo Ren awoke to the sound of clanking. It was still early in the morning but the bright light already made it difficult for him to see visibly. The first thing that came to his mind was Rey. Followed by his lightsaber. He felt for it, relieved to know it was still there. When that was done, he finally shifted to face the source of the sound.

There amidst the wreckage of his ship he saw Rey struggling to pull out a dismantled metal piece from his ship. "What are you doing?" The sight of her got him to get up, striding over furiously to put a stop to it. As he neared her, he saw a pile of good pieces of metal and functional parts of the ship's engine on the sand next to her.

"If your idea of fixing the ship is to dismantle it, I've clearly overestimated you. Now stop it!" Kylo demanded just as Rey successfully pulled out a large piece.

It was then that he realised that she had torn a piece from her clothes to make a headscarf. Panting, she pulled down the front part of the scarf to breathe while revealing a look of disbelief flashed at him.

"I'm not trying to fix it," she corrected him as she flung the metal work with the rest of the pile. "I'm gonna try to sell it if we want to survive." He wouldn't know, she thought to herself. He wasn't born into a life of labour.

Kylo Ren rolled his eyes. It was as if she could not see what he was seeing: an endless horizon of sand. "Yeah sell it to the night creatures that sleeps beneath, you mean?"

She sensed his condescension and Rey decided she would not have any of it.

"No, there's a town that way. These could get us something to live on for a day." She turns her back at him and fixed the pile up for carrying.

"And I suppose you got an imaginary map that directed you to it?"

At this, Rey glowered at him, clearly fed up with his lack of usefulness. "You think you know so much?" was all she said. "This is home. I lived here." With a resounding sigh she turned her attention back to the pile of metal.

The revelation seemed to have silenced Kylo Ren. The both of them had both picked on how to close their side of the force bond and he was somewhat grateful for it. The new information was not shocking per se, but finding out something new about the mere scavenger that could skilfully wield the Force as well as he could was staggering.

Unsure of what to feel about his reaction, Rey shakes her head and turns around. "Now if you want to starve to death, you can stay here. But I'm going to be finding some good trade-ins to last me the day." She hauls the handle of the net sack over her good shoulder and starts to pull it behind her.

Another blow to his ego, but at least it was not as demeaning as her rejection on the Supremacy. He trudged behind her, and he knew she knew he would follow.

"You're gonna want to blend in without the cape. It might make a good air filter."

Kylo Ren was not one to take any orders - or advice - from anyone but the Supreme Leader whom he killed. But Rey had a point. He begrudgingly tore off his cape and made a headgear out of it now that he was left without a helmet to use.

The walk was a long one, more than what the Jedi killer was used to. But there was no room to complain. They were going to get to town, get some supplies and he would then find some contacts to bring him back to the First Order.

It did not take long for Rey's good arm to be worn out from pulling the load of metal. While still ahead of Kylo Ren, she paused to shift the handle of the net sack over to her bad shoulder where she had suffered an injury from the fight in the throne room.

Meanwhile, ten steps behind her, Kylo saw her grit her teeth and swallow down the pain as she carried on. She was a hardworking and persevering one for sure. He had to acknowledge her for the times she displayed such unrelenting determination - even if that attitude had been directed against him. With his long strides, he picked up the pace to reach her side and take the handle of the sack from her.

No words nor looks were exchanged as he walked ahead of her, pulling the load of metal with more ease than she did with her wounded side. Rey watched him, slightly stumped at this small act of consideration. Before she could let her mind wander off to analyse the meaning behind his actions, she realised she was falling behind and quickly picked up her speed. An act of kindness perhaps, but Rey could not afford to let herself be deluded or overestimate his odd propensity for goodness. She knew that he had already realised the importance of surviving on what they could if they both wanted to fulfill each of the visions they saw. Perhaps that was the only reason that propelled him to take over in carrying the cumbersome load.

Kylo Ren carried the load all the way, ignoring the soreness it had caused to both of his arms. Rey had offered with a firm, "I can take over from here." He merely ignored her and carried on as if he heard nothing.

Hope and relief filled the both of them when a glimpse of civilisation could be seen. Their paces seemed to have picked up because they were among commoners in a second. Kylo Ren examined his surroundings with much skepticism. "You call this town?" There were no buildings but stalls and tents set up in shabby manners.

"Yeah, this is it," she said matter-of-factly. "Welcome to Niima Outpost." We need to be careful of using the Force here, everyone watches one another in the hopes of seeking an advantage. Rey led the both of them to Plutt's hut, an overwhelming sense of unease dawning on her out of the blue. The Crolute must have thought her dead after having not shown up for a while.

"Why, why, why, who do we have here?" Came the gruffy voice as the two of them stepped forward to Unkar Plutt's counter. "Rumors told me you were left for dead."

Not desiring for any conversation with the greedy, ruthless junk boss, Rey pointed over to their collection of scrap metal. "Scraps from a TIE Silencer."

The mere mention of the advanced ship piqued the Crolute's interest. The outpost was meant to collect scraps from a war long forgotten. Not from advanced ships of the current war happening. Rey steadied her breathing, not wanting to give away anything.

"And who is he?"

Rey looked at Kylo Ren, whose face was still covered by his black makeshift headgear. "I - "

"I see you're hiring your own scavengers now, eh?" Plutt cut her off, snarling at her at the assumption that his former scavenger was posing a threat to his business.

"How many portions?" She asked directly, not wanting any more formality.

Plutt roared with laughter as he rounded his thugs over to where Rey and Kylo Ren stood. "You think I will pay for that after you stole my ship, you thief?"

Confusion painted her face until she remembered the Millenium Falcon which she and Finn had first hopped on to. "Guards, get them." Rey reached out for her staff just as the thugs took another step closer to them.

"You will send your guards away and let us leave with all the portions you have." Rey recognised the voice. Her eyes shifted over and landed on Kylo Ren who had raised his hand towards Unkar Plutt.

"I will send my guards away and let you leave with all the portion I have," Plutt repeated monotonously. The guards, not being under the influence of Kylo's force was left confused. And Rey immediately took over and put them all to sleep. A repercussive thudding of bodies falling onto the ground echoed around them.

Plutt slammed piles and piles of portions onto the counter, unaware of the body count in his hut. Rey quickly grabbed an armful of those portions, not caring about the excess left behind. She stuffed them into a more suitable sack that Kylo had emptied before hauling it over her good shoulder. "I told you not to use it here."

"Hey, you gave us away first," he accused quickly as they headed out of the hut in a rush. She knew he was right but it was not the time to admit it. "If they sell ships here, maybe we can get one now and leave this dump."

" - No," Rey cut him off. "Too soon. Plutt will come to anytime now. We'll need to leave first. We come back tomorrow."