[For the most part, Rey is alive. She isn't dead on that couch, in any case. She can't remember what time she had come home, but she is sprawled on those cushions, clutching her ribcage like she wishes that she was.
[Between the fight and the insomnia, the adrenaline rush has something of a crashing effect, causing her to plummet and burn.
[Fortunately, she is immune to catching flame. But she isn't completely capable of avoiding harm.
[She isn't quick to rise from the couch at all. Doesn't move an inch, other than waving a languid hand towards Nick when he comes through that front door.]
Thought you'd never show.
[As quickly as she has her hand up, it falls back over her ribs. She tries to mask her wince with an awkward, toothy and lopsided grin. She's fine. He's fine. Everything is just fine.]
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[Between the fight and the insomnia, the adrenaline rush has something of a crashing effect, causing her to plummet and burn.
[Fortunately, she is immune to catching flame. But she isn't completely capable of avoiding harm.
[She isn't quick to rise from the couch at all. Doesn't move an inch, other than waving a languid hand towards Nick when he comes through that front door.]
Thought you'd never show.
[As quickly as she has her hand up, it falls back over her ribs. She tries to mask her wince with an awkward, toothy and lopsided grin. She's fine. He's fine. Everything is just fine.]