[ While they all settled in, Rey kept her distance. She sat apart from the fire as though she were still chained to a log. She didn't want to give the impression that she meant to participate like she was here willingly. She wasn't one of them. She was their prisoner.
So she sat near the horses, back propped up against a tree, trying to ignore hunger because she didn't want to owe them anything or have Ren go on again about his charity. If they'd not taken her, she wouldn't need his charity. She'd be free and her arm would work and she could hunt for herself.
Ren returned from somewhere and his men retired to their shared tent. For a while longer, Rey kept her distance, but eventually she got hungry and made her way over to see what she could scrounge up from what they'd left behind at the fire. There's a bowl of something there, untouched. One of his men had likely left it for her.
It left her feeling weird to look at it, but not too weird to eat it.
While she shoveled it into her mouth (it was salty and tough, but ultimately edible), she watched Ren. Night had fallen completely by then, a dark cloak that shadowed everything beyond a few feet of the fire. His horse practically disappeared in the pitch.
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So she sat near the horses, back propped up against a tree, trying to ignore hunger because she didn't want to owe them anything or have Ren go on again about his charity. If they'd not taken her, she wouldn't need his charity. She'd be free and her arm would work and she could hunt for herself.
Ren returned from somewhere and his men retired to their shared tent. For a while longer, Rey kept her distance, but eventually she got hungry and made her way over to see what she could scrounge up from what they'd left behind at the fire. There's a bowl of something there, untouched. One of his men had likely left it for her.
It left her feeling weird to look at it, but not too weird to eat it.
While she shoveled it into her mouth (it was salty and tough, but ultimately edible), she watched Ren. Night had fallen completely by then, a dark cloak that shadowed everything beyond a few feet of the fire. His horse practically disappeared in the pitch.
She remained quiet for a while, but finally — ]
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