He let out a hard breath, but it was hard to argue when she was looking at him like that, her fingers against his cheek. He felt a small, uncurling desire to kiss her again, but... Not the time, Poe. You can't kiss her every time she looks at you like that.

Finn's words made something flutter in his chest. Our Queen. As if everything felt a little more real, suddenly.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he offered finally. "But if you want smaller rooms, then I'm doing it for all of us. Whatever you desire, Rey. It's all okay. The Underworld is a space solely for us." His arms slipped a little more firmly around them both.

"This is our domain. We will carve it as we wish."