"I already wrote mine," Poe admitted, a little solemnly. Finn's budding happiness was pressing at his heart like the ocean gently lapping on the shore, so he was calming down, if slowly. But it would take him far longer to truly be at ease. The fact that Rey was a virgin barely even occurred to him - though he'd likely find it a much larger struggle, later. It was easy to set aside other things when one was so focused on injustice.

"But I can't give what I intended to promise," He murmured, turning his head to Rey. "I can't guarantee freedom, as much I want to. At least not for more than six months out of the year. But anything else you wish to ask of me," And here he looked to Finn, as well, "Tell me. And I'll swear to it."