A long, agonizing moment passes before Rey even stirs, life blinking back into her eyes. The sudden weight over her legs has her eyes moving down, catching Bianca lying there.

Some guilt wiggles its way into her chest when Rey acknowledges the fact that she hasn't exactly been the most communicative party lately. Love's revival and presence in the city has continued to leave conflicted notions warring in her mind, and whether or not she feels comfortable expressing affection at the risk of empowering the god.

But then she had come so close to losing it all, and right now Rey exists in a time where none of that matters.

Placing a hand over Bianca's head, stroking her fingers through the woman's dark hair, Rey is silent for several seconds.

"Sorry."

She has a lot to apologize for, whether or not the other agrees with it.