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Light erupts across the Millennium Falcon's spaceshield after Ben's punched the coordinates to Naboo and Rey's eyes widen to catch it all, hyperspace jumps a wonder she's yet to get used to, like so many things about her body and her new life.
"Are you cold?" Ben swivels out of the pilot's seat and drapes his jacket around Rey's shoulders before she can answer. It smells a little bit like him, though with her snout she'd catch more of his scent. But his hands are large and warm even through it, and Rey's tempted to lean further into him.
"If I still had fur, I wouldn't need so many clothes," she grouses instead with as much ire as her new—old? she doesn't quite remember what that little girl crying in Jakku's cold nights sounded like anymore—voice can muster. Howls offered a wider range of emotion, an intensity that her human vocal cords cannot match.
Ben, ofcourse, would argue that constant assimilation to her pack's throat abilities had severe side effects and would've clogged her miserably human vocal box with Dark Force or something. Ben does that a lot, arguing. Like now, barely looking up from the buttons he's jamming to say, "But they fit you so beautifully."
Rey rolls her eyes, but once he's out of the cockpit to fix them both a cup of caf, she smooths her newly sensitive fingertips over the dress General Organa gifted her with. It's beautiful, she has to admit, complementing the elaborate braids Ben had combed her hair into earlier. It's an Aderaanian tradition , he'd murmured and pressed feather-light kisses where her hairline gave way to skin, making her shiver. There's many different braids, each with a unique meaning.
And what do these mean?
I'll tell you when we're at Lake Varykino.
Rey stares out the rushing lights of hyperspace. She thinks of her wolves, hunting happily in Kashyyk's green, abundant forests, where they'll never run out of prey, where she'll always be welcome. She thinks of the lonely little girl in the desert, hungry for belonging and for green—of Han's rough hand, the thief that started it all, clasping her shoulder when she'd first seen Takodana. She thinks of the faint green flecks in Ben's eyes and how they grew misty when she told him I love you , of his soft hair and soft lips and everything soft and gentle she gets to luxuriate in now.
A lot has changed since she left that planet—Snoke's mausoleum. She changed. And though she misses her sharp teeth and claws, it's all for the better.
"So," Ben walks back in, bringing two steaming cups and a most radiant smile, "ready for Naboo?"
Ready for wherever you want, my love.
Rey smiles and kisses him.