It's late, after all, and there is plenty of work ahead once they land. So Rey contents herself with allowing the best of his heart underneath her cheek to lull her into sleep, and doesn't wake up (or, thankfully, have another nightmare) until the insistent beeping of the deceleration warning stirs Han and ensures that he had to extricate himself from the tangle of arms and legs in order to make his way to the cockpit.

There's really no point in trying to go back to sleep when she knew damn well that she'd never be able to find the same comfort alone as she does when he's with her, so it doesn't take long before she's dressed and following his lead, leaving her hair long and loose and messy for the time being.

She offers a soft hand at his shoulder before she takes a seat in the co-pilots chair, pulling her feet up and under her, quietly watching as Jakku comes into view.

There's an ice in her veins at the sight, but she hardly wavers. He'd promised that everything would be alright, and she has no real reason to believe otherwise.

She'll be fine. This is only just a job, after all, nothing more.