Even Rey can catch a bit of sarcasm in Maketh's tones, but decides not to say anything about it. She's reluctant to even mention the cauterized wound in her shoulder from where she had been stabbed with a steak knife. Because that isn't cause for concern or anything and it's not gushing out blood, so it's all good. Isn't that how it works?

Either way, no. Rey has not died yet. And she has died plenty of times to know when she's on the brink of death.

"Right. What's a little more pain, anyway?" She shrugs, still holding onto her shirt so Maketh can get the job done.