It would be easy to swing Maketh around if Rey very well wanted to. But there will be plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, she just wants to hold this woman. Keep her, her warmth, that breath on her skin, the scent of her...

An involuntary shudder runs through her bones at Maketh's touch. Rey brings her hands back down, resting them over either side of her waist and squeezes.

"Yes," she breathes, pressing her forehead to Maketh's.