[ His reminder of what Leia accomplished doesn't entirely help. She's not sure anyone could do what the General did, short of the woman herself. Rey wishes she was here, now.

It doesn't take much prompting to get her to stand, turning to step around her chair and lean against him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she presses her face into his chest. ]

I'm not going to let them do this to us. We've been here for years, you would think we'd proven ourselves to be trustworthy, by now.