The second Rey tries to retreat, her back slams against the edge of the barrier with another "oof!" Between her own brawn and Elleru's size, there isn't much space. It's not good. She doesn't like it. Having only briefly seen other people trapped before she bolted, as the mere prospect of being confined in secured quarters again makes her chest tighten. Her heart quicken. Her breath shallow. Even as Elleru takes her hand, it takes everything in Rey's willpower not to start hyperventilating as she tries to keep her vision focused. To not think of the cramped dimensions of a morgue freezer she had once woken up in, or the tight tunnels of the sky prison that she had to sometimes dislocate a shoulder in order squeeze through, or--

"Nng, no. No no no no, can't breathe..." Rey chokes out, the hand Elleru's taken having grown clammy despite her usual heat, the warmth flooding from her blood like a tide.