Poe hadn't come back. At least, not until his outstretched mind alerted him that Rey was stirring in the bedroom. He was still frustrated - he'd had no success in taking the edge off, and had given up to go and run with Beebee through the gardens and down into the halls of the dead, moving faster than any mortal being should or would. He vaguely had the idea to just shed his current mortal form, but... That would make things complicated, and he liked this one. He was just worried that it was making him difficult to be around.

As soon as Rey stirred, though, he was there - appearing in front of the door and watching the two of them on the bed, his heart clenching. He loved them so much.

He stepped over and sat down on the edge.

"Rested?"