Nick returns Sharon's worried expression with one of his own, his teeth gritting together as he watches his only family fall to a moment of hysteria, raw emotion so foreign to her usual persona that one might mistake her for someone else entirely.

Not Nick, though. Not with Rey.

He thought otherwise a moment ago, but down into the grave he goes, his own injuries be damned. Landing heavily in the coffin, he drops his cane to wrap both his arms around Rey, so absolutely overcome with concern that he doesn't even stop to think about the way it must feel to be embraced by his metal frame, or if she's even aware it's him. He utters her name a few times, quiet whispers in a soft tone to try to draw her back to reality, reassurances to match Sharon's. She's here. She's safe.

God, he's glad she's alive.