It was the soft question that defused him. Not completely. Not utterly. Because the fact that she would assume, after everything he'd said, that he wouldn't even give her a week was frustrating. But it wasn't her fault.

It was Demeter's.

"As long as you want, or as long as you need," He reiterated firmly. He forced his fist to unclench, his hand to turn in hers and take it tightly, squeezing. "And they can all think I put you in irons, if they want. But you have complete freedom here, Rey. As long as you promise me that you won't go above, you can go and do whatever you want."