With Rey fully distracted by the Dog, Poe finally let himself turn around and look back at her. For a few seconds - Beebee in he arms, Finn standing next to her, it was like Poe’s entire universe had shifted back into space. He drew in a shuddering breath, his heart aching for them, and it took everything he had not to draw them both into his arms and hold them tight for the next couple centuries.

Instead, his joy cracked as she stood up, trying to separate from the scene, as if she hadn’t just poured love all over a creature who’s name she shouldn’t even know.

“I knew you’d remember him,” he murmured, lowly. Even as the dog let out a low, sorrowful, questioning sound, and oushed his head against her leg.

“This is your home, Rey,” he continued, his voice far softer than it was before. “Part of you knows it. Part of you feels it. Part of you knows we’re telling the truth. You used to live down below, with us. All of us. Together.”