Initially, Rey is braced for impact. She doesn't know what Firo will say, exactly, but given their relationship thus far she can hazard several guesses of it being along the lines of annoyance and exasperation.

But she's hearing none of that or anything at all, and actually gives a start when she feels Firo reaching out in place of chiding her with more words. Perhaps because words are useless as everything else at this point, except--

It isn't. Not now, with this strange and alien and overwhelming emotion that she senses passed over from him to her. And if she wasn't already confused about these things before, she felt herself at a loss ten times over. She doesn't want to withdraw from it, or from his touch, but she doesn't know what else to do, how to return it, or if she even should.

Now there's another pain that she's trying desperately to reign in, but can't in light of that horrible loss and confusion. A feeling of being small, afraid, inadequate.

Unworthy.

"I-I can't..." Rey hears herself stammer, unable to finish. Her fingers fold inward into a fist, the rest of her paralyzed to know what to say or do or if she is even capable of doing anything anymore.