[Her braiding doesn't slow, but she does twitch her face back toward them by a half degree-- She wants to say... What? That she's glad too, maybe. Or that she wishes she'd never had to come - not because it wasn't necessary, just wishing the circumstances had been different so they'd never had to be put into the position where she was ever on the Millennium Falcon, that Starkiller Base had never existed in the first place, that no one had to get injuries or killed even if it meant that she wasn't here and hadn't met him or BB-8 or Han Solo or Finn.
But that doesn't really matter. She's here now - they all are - and that means... doing what needs to be done. How being glad fits into that she isn't sure (it would be easier to feel that way if some things were different), but-- she blinks rapidly. She sets her jaw. She wishes Finn was here and not laid out on a cot in the base below them. She wishes--]
Sure. [She finishes braiding. She measures, cuts and strips another wire. Starts work on that one too.] You're friends with Finn, right?
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But that doesn't really matter. She's here now - they all are - and that means... doing what needs to be done. How being glad fits into that she isn't sure (it would be easier to feel that way if some things were different), but-- she blinks rapidly. She sets her jaw. She wishes Finn was here and not laid out on a cot in the base below them. She wishes--]
Sure. [She finishes braiding. She measures, cuts and strips another wire. Starts work on that one too.] You're friends with Finn, right?