That's quite all right, [she murmurs, smiling up at Rey. Somehow, actually standing here is easier than she'd anticipated. It's something they've done before. Shared space and their company within in. And it hasn't always gone well - Maketh still has nightmares about the time lost a piece of her mind and stabbed Rey - but it's always been exactly what it is. No deception.
There's comfort in that, just as there is comfort in this.
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There's comfort in that, just as there is comfort in this.
Maketh sets the basket down.]
Thank you, Rey. Can I -- help with anything?