Once again Rey would argue that it's not a fear... but that's not entirely inaccurate, either. She exhales a shuddering breath, trying to calm her body shaking from stress and strain, banishing the thought for the brief period she can fathom it.

Unable to help but think about the pressure on her lips earlier, Rey brings a hand over her mouth. For some reason, a kiss was the only thing capable of releasing them from their confinement.

It sounds just as stupid in her head as she expects it to.

"Well, um. Sorry, for making you have to do that," Rey mutters, the back of her hand still over her mouth as she stares off into empty space.