Rey sat as well in the sandy shade, her mind busy with debating the ethics of her choice to let him go on his way; he didn't seem in a particular hurry to leave, and it offered ample opportunity to continue to watch him. But when he brought out the canister of lotion and started removing the wrappings covering his hands and fingers, her eyes widened.
Now she understood the imperfect letters he'd been writing — he could just barely bend his fingers enough to hold the utensil, much less do anything else that required intricate hand-work. An injury...and given how hard life was on Jakku, most likely not self-inflicted.
She looked pointedly at his hand, his scarred fingers and palm, before looking back into his eyes through the shroud. "...Did someone do that to you? To your hands?"
Something clicked in her mind, falling into place at witnessing this quiet, scarred, lonely man, and she came to an almost immediate decision. "...If I give you shelter where I live, during the rains, I promise you that I won't hurt you." Her words were accompanied by a sincere nod. "I swear it to you."
oh nooo, poor Ben. I was thinking he'd just taken a monk-like vow of silence or something. :c
Now she understood the imperfect letters he'd been writing — he could just barely bend his fingers enough to hold the utensil, much less do anything else that required intricate hand-work. An injury...and given how hard life was on Jakku, most likely not self-inflicted.
She looked pointedly at his hand, his scarred fingers and palm, before looking back into his eyes through the shroud. "...Did someone do that to you? To your hands?"
Something clicked in her mind, falling into place at witnessing this quiet, scarred, lonely man, and she came to an almost immediate decision. "...If I give you shelter where I live, during the rains, I promise you that I won't hurt you." Her words were accompanied by a sincere nod. "I swear it to you."