[ Rey's torn between compassion for him — and his apparently injured ankle — and concern for her own growing sense of discomfort. She's never experienced any allergy to a particular plant, but of course not much had ever grown on Jakku, so this is a decidedly new development.
Ren's reaction, though, has her chafing. ] — I'm not carrying a plague! I sneezed because of something I inhaled, it's not because I'm sick, damn you —
[ and then stubbornly, despite her own dizziness, she leans down into him trying to check the condition of his ankle injury; she can feel the ache of it radiating on the periphery of his senses and hers. But she leans a bit too close, and with her depth perception skewed she ends up clambering clumsily into his lap as he sits on the ground. ] — ow!
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Ren's reaction, though, has her chafing. ] — I'm not carrying a plague! I sneezed because of something I inhaled, it's not because I'm sick, damn you —
[ and then stubbornly, despite her own dizziness, she leans down into him trying to check the condition of his ankle injury; she can feel the ache of it radiating on the periphery of his senses and hers. But she leans a bit too close, and with her depth perception skewed she ends up clambering clumsily into his lap as he sits on the ground. ] — ow!