Face dried, Rey lowers her hand, her two remaining fingers curling over his in a shameless hand-pile.

Anything else she might've been feeling not that long ago is an afterimage as she then leans aside to rest her forehead against his shoulder. If it had been anyone else, such a thing might have been enough to give them the wrong idea. But with Firo, she doesn't even consider that possibility.

"Not worried about that, either," she admits. Not because this floor is so derelict of people but Rey also isn't the type of person to care what others think, but the gesture is appreciated nevertheless. "And you haven't done anything to be sorry for. You've already given me so much."