Do you need anything for this port? I found a little collection of houses in trees, so I'll probably stay off the ship until we leave. I can get you a tent or help you set up your own camp.
I'd like to keep up the staff lessons too. I'm healed enough, I need to start building the muscles back up. Once or twice a week?
[And lets just never talk about the whole self-sacrificing thing alright? Alright.]
You'll want to wear something cool, it's very warm out and it's a long walk.
[And he and Tommy both seem to be far too fond of thick clothes and multiple layers, Alfie would probably bake to death before they even got halfway there.
But she is waiting for him, has shed her clothes in favor of a swimsuit to keep cool and avoid pressing on her scratches as much as a shirt would. She smiles when she sees him, is obviously in a much better mood now that the whole mess with the land of the dead is over.
Honestly, she's just very glad he wanted to come with her at all.]
[He tells her- even though he's in old khaki, soft and light and stained, under white linen. He's already overheated, she's right, and the wind keeps trying to take his hat off him.
Her clothing, or lack thereof makes him arch his eyebrows at her.]
[Her clothes are entirely appropriate for the setting, so ignores the arched eyebrows completely in favor of waving a hand vaguely at what he's wearing.]
That's not what I meant when I said cool. Do you know what heat stroke is?
[She glances back at him at that, over the shoulder that took the brunt of a harpy's weight in order to protect him, but her moment of frustration fades quickly enough. She should have expected that, the line being drawn there. It would be nice if he trusted her enough to ask for things, but he's a grown man, not likely to change his ways for... well, probably anyone.]
People caught outside at night on Jakku usually froze to death by morning so I don't exactly have a lot of experience living like this, but the houses I found are in good condition and the sea is close by. I brought food there, and water, and I have enough to share. You're welcome to stay if you decide you want to.
I'll come have a look at it, then. You've probably already got Shelby on board?
[The man isn't as far out of Alfie's good books as he once was, not after the Land of the Dead, but he's still not exactly going to admit he's a draw, either.]
[Which is an understatement, he'll probably be there often if his newly acquired protective streak is any indication, but it's good. It's nice, being cared for, and the scratches on her back aren't exactly ones she can care for without help.
Plus it's Tommy. She doesn't look overly smitten with Alfie brings him up, but she does look softer and that's probably enough of an indication for how she feels about him.]
I'll tell a handful of other people, too, the same ones I would have let stay in the Falcon if we'd needed that. [So only people he'd already decided were worth putting up with at one point.] I'll make a map for you to give to Harry, if you like. He's welcome there.
[It's very likely there's nothing else he could say, nothing anyone could have told her, that would have her rethinking what she's wearing in this moment. She feels guilty for it, for showing up to meet him wearing so little now that she knows he's still dressed the way he is because of his beliefs.
There's nothing she can do about it now, but she'll find something to cover up with when they're together from this moment on. Maybe he was being a prick, but she could have kept her mouth shut instead of harping on about his clothes. It's easier to talk about the scratches, though, so she glances down at her arm, manages not to bring her other hand up to scratch.]
They're not. They don't hurt as much, but they itch and it took forever for them to scab over properly.
[She looks back up to him at that, sweetie coming out of him so easily it's like he's always called her that, and memories of the breach where he'd been someone who cared for her make her ache to hear it now. It's something she's starting to admit to herself she wants, not necessarily from Alfie but just in general.
Family. Someone who will call her dumb names she should hate on principle. It feels like weakness to want that, but that door is opening and she's having a hard time closing it up again.]
I don't have to believe it to respect it. [Now she does move her hand up to rub at the one of the long marks down her arm just for something to do with hands that want to fidget.] Have you heard of anything like this ever happening before on the ship? Wounds that don't go away?
[He admits; no smart remarks, no prevaricating, no long winded replies.]
In old fables and folk stories, but not here. Nothing I would have said I believed- but I didn't believe in Styx or harpies, and those were true as could be back there.
The stories all say, something like this takes time, and something like this takes a righteous quest, or an artifact or a water from a fountain- it takes a thing that you'll know when you'll see and it will not go until you find it. True love's first kiss, maybe, or the powdered teeth of a lizard, or the laughter of a babe.
No one really believed in the Force either, after it being gone for thirty years. I thought it was a myth.
[And now it's something that's a part of her, so maybe she shouldn't be all that shocked at the possibility of being charged with another righteous quest. As if flying off in a famous ship after a mythical figure wasn't enough.
As they walk she's careful to lead him through the trees where there's shade, where it's cooler and he'll fair better in the heat of the island, and as she looks around it strikes her that this is probably as good a place as any to look for those things he's brought up.]
You know, I have something I ought to tell you. For integrity's sake. I ought to have said it earlier, in all honesty, but it's a delicate kind of a thing.
[Calling Tommy her boy would have been the thing she'd focus on if he hadn't prefaced with something that sounds serious, so for now she shelves that, how very odd it sounds, in favor of looking over at Alfie curiously.]
But he loosens right up if you give him a good bite. You should try it- and if you want to see him turn interesting colours, you could tell him I told you to give it a try. If he were in a mood where he needed a little friendly tormenting.
[There are two ways this can go, as far as Rey can see. She can let Alfie go on like this, doing what she assumes is trying to fluster her, or she can give it right back and see how it looks on him, if he even gets flustered.
She's guessing no, but he had looked surprised to see her mostly naked so maybe there's still a chance.]
I probably will tell him you had the suggestion, but I don't know if it'll be much of a surprise. I already bite him when we kiss.
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I'd like to keep up the staff lessons too. I'm healed enough, I need to start building the muscles back up. Once or twice a week?
[And lets just never talk about the whole self-sacrificing thing alright? Alright.]
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Meet me by the gangplank down.
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[And he and Tommy both seem to be far too fond of thick clothes and multiple layers, Alfie would probably bake to death before they even got halfway there.
But she is waiting for him, has shed her clothes in favor of a swimsuit to keep cool and avoid pressing on her scratches as much as a shirt would. She smiles when she sees him, is obviously in a much better mood now that the whole mess with the land of the dead is over.
Honestly, she's just very glad he wanted to come with her at all.]
I hope you like hikes.
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[He tells her- even though he's in old khaki, soft and light and stained, under white linen. He's already overheated, she's right, and the wind keeps trying to take his hat off him.
Her clothing, or lack thereof makes him arch his eyebrows at her.]
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That's not what I meant when I said cool. Do you know what heat stroke is?
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[He says, with narrowed eyes.]
And it's fine. I fought in heavier, out in hotter.
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[But she makes a note of that, to ask the Admiral for summer clothes for him. Rather than argue with him about it, she nods for him to follow her.]
Do you think you'll do more camping or staying on the ship?
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[He lets her know, up front and in advance, as he plods along after her.]
And I'm not wandering around shirtless. I don't know yet about the camping.
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People caught outside at night on Jakku usually froze to death by morning so I don't exactly have a lot of experience living like this, but the houses I found are in good condition and the sea is close by. I brought food there, and water, and I have enough to share. You're welcome to stay if you decide you want to.
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[The man isn't as far out of Alfie's good books as he once was, not after the Land of the Dead, but he's still not exactly going to admit he's a draw, either.]
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[Which is an understatement, he'll probably be there often if his newly acquired protective streak is any indication, but it's good. It's nice, being cared for, and the scratches on her back aren't exactly ones she can care for without help.
Plus it's Tommy. She doesn't look overly smitten with Alfie brings him up, but she does look softer and that's probably enough of an indication for how she feels about him.]
I'll tell a handful of other people, too, the same ones I would have let stay in the Falcon if we'd needed that. [So only people he'd already decided were worth putting up with at one point.] I'll make a map for you to give to Harry, if you like. He's welcome there.
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I was being a prick before. There is- there is a religious prescription about modesty of dress. Nothing else I could wear for me to ask you for.
[Sharing, quietly.]
How's the scrapes coming? Not healing up?
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There's nothing she can do about it now, but she'll find something to cover up with when they're together from this moment on. Maybe he was being a prick, but she could have kept her mouth shut instead of harping on about his clothes. It's easier to talk about the scratches, though, so she glances down at her arm, manages not to bring her other hand up to scratch.]
They're not. They don't hurt as much, but they itch and it took forever for them to scab over properly.
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[And he's unperturbed by her skin.]
I'm glad. Word is circling that these things are slow to resolve, slower than they have any right to be, despite will or magic.
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Family. Someone who will call her dumb names she should hate on principle. It feels like weakness to want that, but that door is opening and she's having a hard time closing it up again.]
I don't have to believe it to respect it. [Now she does move her hand up to rub at the one of the long marks down her arm just for something to do with hands that want to fidget.] Have you heard of anything like this ever happening before on the ship? Wounds that don't go away?
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[He admits; no smart remarks, no prevaricating, no long winded replies.]
In old fables and folk stories, but not here. Nothing I would have said I believed- but I didn't believe in Styx or harpies, and those were true as could be back there.
The stories all say, something like this takes time, and something like this takes a righteous quest, or an artifact or a water from a fountain- it takes a thing that you'll know when you'll see and it will not go until you find it. True love's first kiss, maybe, or the powdered teeth of a lizard, or the laughter of a babe.
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[And now it's something that's a part of her, so maybe she shouldn't be all that shocked at the possibility of being charged with another righteous quest. As if flying off in a famous ship after a mythical figure wasn't enough.
As they walk she's careful to lead him through the trees where there's shade, where it's cooler and he'll fair better in the heat of the island, and as she looks around it strikes her that this is probably as good a place as any to look for those things he's brought up.]
Let me know if you see any lizards or babies.
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[Says Alfie, as the walk.]
About this boy of yours, Shelby.
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What is it?
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[Says Alfie, serenely.
This is actually absolutely true, though also terribly misleading.]
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[He's kind of an old man.]
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[He says, affecting scandal.]
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He must have been very bad at it if you're warning me now. Are you worried about me, Alfie? That I won't like kissing him?
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[He will admit.]
But he loosens right up if you give him a good bite. You should try it- and if you want to see him turn interesting colours, you could tell him I told you to give it a try. If he were in a mood where he needed a little friendly tormenting.
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She's guessing no, but he had looked surprised to see her mostly naked so maybe there's still a chance.]
I probably will tell him you had the suggestion, but I don't know if it'll be much of a surprise. I already bite him when we kiss.
[And that's absolutely true, too.]
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