Rey should have changed into different clothes, but she had gotten caught up in the emotion and sense of the room she once had. Buts and pieces had come back to her, and honestly, she was surprised to have something addressed to both of them. It felt like she had failed them, somehow. She had failed in returning, or by not giving them something when they needed it the most.

“Yes, I had...I wrote them for you, wrote them and wanted you to come find them...” she could picture it, Finn or Finn and Poe, wandering into her room, laying on her smallish bed, finding some comfort in her absence and find a note for them...

But it never happened.

She looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady her emotions.

For Finn, it was short and sweet, encouraging him to climb up the willow tree left in the garden, just so they could do it together as they had done before. Soft words and reassurances of how much she loved him.

For Poe, the tone was more playful, asking if she could sit in his meetings, on his lap no less, just to get him to smile. More words of love and promises she wasn’t able to fulfill.

Sweet notes that couldn’t comfort them in their time of need.

“I wanted you to have them, I’m sorry that their late.”