The lounge of the Millennium Falcon was cold and quiet. Rey stood at the far end by the med station holding a roll of bacta tape. She pulled her sleeve up to expose the cut on her arm. She had hastily wrapped a piece of her sash around it after her fight with Hux earlier in the day but she knew it needed medical attention. The others had been so absorbed in the excitement of the revolution she hadn't had a chance to deal with it.
From where she stood, she could hear Ben talking with Chewbacca in the hall by the cockpit. Initially, she had been surprised that he spoke Wookie. Of course, it made sense though. Chewbacca had been a large part of his early life.
Ben was explaining about his pull back to the light but Chewbacca wasn't so easily persuaded, he had witnessed him on Starkiller Base, he had been the one to shoot Ben in the side. Ben's voice grew quiet.
"I know you missed that kill shot on purpose, Chewie," he said softly.
Silence was followed by a low grief-filled moan from Chewie, the conversation grew very quiet and Rey couldn't distinguish their words any longer.
Finally, Ben walked into the lounge, quietly moving toward her, "Chewbacca practically helped raise me." He said with a small smile, but it quickly faded. "He dropped me off at Luke's Jedi academy."
He settled into a chair near her.
"Was that the last time you saw him?" She asked, but she bit her lip, wishing she had thought for a moment longer before she spoke.
Ben didn't seem offended, just answered barely above a whisper, "Yeah, until Starkiller base."
"Is he ok?" She asked, glancing toward the cockpit.
"He isn't completely sure he should trust me, but I tried to explain," Ben said. "He's actually a little worried about you."
"Me?" She asked.
"He's afraid I'm going to..." Ben shook his head, one quick shake that cut off his words, too terrible to say.
"Going to...hurt me." She finished.
Ben met her gaze and nodded.
Rey saw the shame etched onto his features again.
"You know he jettisoned my escape pod himself," she smiled.
Ben lifted his head, "Where?"
"To the Supremacy, right as he dropped out of light speed, then took off." Rey laughed softly remembering the insanity.
Ben's eyes widened a moment, but then he lifted his hand and pushed his hair out of his eyes and shook his head slightly. Rey found herself liking that movement, wondering if it was a nervous habit or truly purposeful.
She turned her attention back to her arm, unwrapping the sash and exposing the wound that looked uglier than she had anticipated.
Kylo was immediately on his feet, "How did this happen? We should have taken care of this hours ago."
"It's ok," she told him calmly, reaching for the cleaning solution, but her hand was shaking slightly as she began to pour the blue liquid over her arm.
"Here, let me," Ben took the bottle from her trembling hand.
Holding her injured arm in one hand and the solution in the other, he cleaned the cut. Silently, he reached for the roll of bacta tape from the tray. Rey watched him carefully apply the tape to the wound. He pressed it down gently with his fingers. His fingers slid down the length of the tape to apply the bandage but then continued tracing the length of her arm caressing her tan skin until he reached her palm, where he gathered her hand cold into both of his.
"I will never hurt you." He whispered.
Rey studied his eyes and felt his energy spilling into the Force around him, "I know that, Ben."