While a lot of things tend to fly over Rey's head, a hint like this she gets. She's too weary, drained from what happened in her bones and spirit to react in exaggerated proportions and decline.

Instead, she takes the offer, repositioning herself onto her back so that she can rest her head on Elleru's lap. Rarely does she ever sleep like this, opting into sitting posture than putting herself in more vulnerable states. Right now, she'd rather not think about that.

What more, she closes her eyes, a soft hum rumbling from the back of her throat allowing herself to relax just a little.