Her own breath catches in her throat when Maketh speaks up. When she touches her hand. She loves the feeling of Maketh near her, this close, more so than she ever felt anything. It's strange, how she can't recall a time ever feeling this way with Marcus. Kind as he was, maybe there was something in her heart that was trying to tell her what she already knew.

She smiles back, her visage bearing fondness for the woman in her arms.

"Perfect," she says, tentatively, and then-- "If... If I do something you don't like, or just weird, you'll tell me?"

The last thing Rey wants is to ruin their first time together like this, or make Maketh unhappy or uncomfortable.