Sensing his unease through the deafening silence, Rey strafes close enough to take Nick's arm as they walk along the way home. It's a friendly, comforting gesture, to remind him that he's not alone in this path. After all, she's dealing with her own set of unfriendly reminders that recent events have brought on them all.

"It'll be okay," she tries softly reassuring him. "I've got a good amount of intel from both sides in this. We're not as far in the dark as we used to be."

That's one solace that Rey feels she can cling onto. The gods are being more forthcoming, and they have at least a name to the enemy.

It's more than what they had a year ago, anyway.