In many ways, Rey knows what Maketh means. Why that is doesn't register very clearly in her dreamlike state, but she knows. There are people in her life who make her want to be worth loving, terrifying as the prospect is. The fear and dread becomes easily stifled by the anticipation of a future that isn't so bleak.

Now free of the glass, Rey brings her other hand to Maketh's jaw, her fingers tracing along the line. She wants to take this slow. Don't rush it. Can't screw this up.

That becomes a forgotten afterthought soon as Rey brings Maketh's mouth to her own, tasting the sweetness of the wine on her lips.

"So are you," she whispers, before kissing Maketh again.