[ Grounding herself, her fingers grip his more tightly to remind herself he's still there, safe from what would carry them off into the darkness if they were found out. Even as it disappears, the click of its fangs fading into the echoing distance, her hold doesn't relent.
That isn't the end of it. She realizes that inevitability as her gaze finally shifts, catching on the silk strands the creature has woven across stalactites like a trap — or, Rey considers, a nest. A home in its hunting grounds.
Fingers falling away from Ben's mouth, her other hand tugs him forward and away from the wall with her, stepping quickly away from pile of bones laid out beneath its web — some animal, and others human in their shape. ]
Look. [ Try as she might, there's a real quiver of fear in her voice, urgent and clawing up her throat. ] We can't be here when it gets back.
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That isn't the end of it. She realizes that inevitability as her gaze finally shifts, catching on the silk strands the creature has woven across stalactites like a trap — or, Rey considers, a nest. A home in its hunting grounds.
Fingers falling away from Ben's mouth, her other hand tugs him forward and away from the wall with her, stepping quickly away from pile of bones laid out beneath its web — some animal, and others human in their shape. ]
Look. [ Try as she might, there's a real quiver of fear in her voice, urgent and clawing up her throat. ] We can't be here when it gets back.
[ Unless they want to be its next warm meal. ]