[ Rey glances up at her staff, then sort of eases it off her shoulder and offers it out to him. As before, she wrestles between unease and optimism.
Handing him another one of her weapons after earlier comes with a sharp twinge of doubt, like her rational brain is trying to slap her on the wrists for messing up so badly earlier. That was almost a real mess.
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Handing him another one of her weapons after earlier comes with a sharp twinge of doubt, like her rational brain is trying to slap her on the wrists for messing up so badly earlier. That was almost a real mess.
Almost. ]
By all means.