It's not as though she's never had nightmares before - in fact, she'd had the same ones over and over, night after night as she wondered and worried about the people that had left her behind to fend for herself. These were... different. These were... worse.

If she knew that Han was feeling guilty or worried or anything of the sort, she'd be quick to reassure him that she's not upset at him - not when she understands precisely what this job and its payment would mean. It's stepping foot back on a planet that she was convinced that she was going to die on.

Even though it should be am easy enough thing to meet their contact and make the trade, she can't help the fear that something might go terribly wrong. It's not his fault. It's too many years of wondering if that day was going to be her last.

Maybe she should have said all those things instead of pretending that she was fine. Maybe that would have cut down on his guilt and her uneasiness. Maybe that would have kept her nightmares away.

Now, they'll never know.

The dream felt so real, she had no idea that's all it was, that she wasn't back in the heat and the sand and fighting for her life. She doesn't violently pull herself from the deal until the glass shatters and he jerks back, and they're both covered in shards and liquid alike.

She's wide-eyed and panting and scared and has no idea what's happened or even where she is, but she's sure of one thing, and it's that as long as she's with him, she'll be fine.

"You're bleeding ", she whispers, reaching out to try to wipe some of it away. "You're bleeding! What happened? Oh - did I hurt you?"