And Rey, not knowing any better, wonders if every couple shares this sort of chemistry, this sort of passion, the sort of emotion that bubbles beneath the surface of every look they share, and every word they exchange. Yeah, maybe it's like something out of some old holo, but Rey wouldn't change much if she could. Maybe the nightmares. But not much else. Oh, she loves him, she does, but despite her best efforts, she still worries ...

She's tired in all the best ways - and for the moment, perfectly content to sit under the spray for a little bit longer if it meant they could keep this close without having to come apart just yet.

They'll take care of the bandage once they're out of the shower and dry. For the moment, she's happy to reach up and brush heavy wet hair away from his eyes, and to cant her head just slightly to the side, giving Han enough room to press as many kisses to her throat as he so chooses. "Always is with you."