Rey's arms settle around her, warm and heavy. And it's easy just to go with it, leaning against Rey's chest. Laughing with her. Because it is ridiculous, just a little, how they've ended up here. Mead on the floor, their clothes still half on. Their marriage vows now officially consummated.

How strange that they've ended up here.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hmm," Maketh agrees, patting vaguely at Rey's arm. "Yes."