She wasn't sure just how long she was going to let it go on, this gentle meeting of their lips, something sacred and pure, something she'd yearned for — but when Ren's trembling hand cupped her head, attempting to hold her in place as she felt his tongue, Rey was suddenly aware that she was losing control of the situation.

Because in that moment, she didn't want it to end. She had a brief thought of parting her mouth further against his, as she'd done under Lucid's spell — licking the inside of his mouth, tasting him fully, and her visceral reaction was so physically powerful that she had to wrench her mouth away.

" — I just — " she stammered, backing away now uncertainly, " — wanted to see how you felt. Wanted to check on you." Her throat moved in a heavy swallow. "And now I have...I hope your recovery will be swift."

And then with another pull away from him, out from under his guiding hand that would have guided her closer into his embrace, perhaps, Rey rose to her feet and let her steps take her quickly out of his room.

It was only after she'd fled the Healer's Guild that she allowed herself to touch her lips with her fingertips, her mouth tingling where it'd met his and where she'd felt his tongue.