[ Like clockwork, she thought to herself as they approached. Rey straightened up instantly, and her shackles clinked in the ominous reminder of her compromising position as she settled into a sitting position against the side of the log, back straight. They did it again when she reached up to wipe her face where tears had streaked through the dirt. She didn't want them to see her. She wouldn't give them that.

Girls told stories about men like this: the honorable men of the Redcloaks who would save ladies and keep their oaths and kept the seven kingdoms safe, but they were just stories. There were no honorable men. Only beasts with well-polished armor.

Her head lolled up straight lazily to look up at him. They didn't have the keys. Ren did. They had nothing to offer her, no escape. Instinct and experience told her that if this got noisy or violent, she would be the one punished, but— She recalled the way Ren had roared them into silence. Maybe not. ]

Are you going to offer to keep me warm?

[ He wouldn't be the first to make precisely that comment. It was cold, in fact, but that was never the point. She held up her shackles. ]

I can't exactly come back to your tent with you, can I?

[ Not that she would. He swayed where he stood, full of drink and swaggering arrogance. ]

Guess you'll have to run along.