"I'm guessing Safronov found that out for herself with her little broadcast," Nick returns. He's not about to pretend that she fixed Rey solely out of the goodness of her heart, but he likes to believe that those who came forward wanting to help had some role in her decision, however small.

He settles onto the couch next to her; though it's easier to look her in the eye from his easy chair across on the other side of the coffee table, he'd prefer to stay near her for now. They used to relax a lot on the couch together before all this mess started, her resting while he did paperwork. It was so rare to see Rey just letting herself doze -- the unfortunate result of her being who and what she is. To give her the chance to just be a vulnerable human was something he really treasured.

It's also something he's missed terribly, a small grin crossing him as he takes a moment to just enjoy her company.