She takes his arm for comfort more than physical support, though as distant as she feels from her own legs she's surprised that they carry her as well as they do. She's moving on autopilot, refusing to think or feel much of anything until she's somewhere safer.
She's barely aware of how much time passes before they turn up at the apartment complex, but she's silent for all of it, unable to form any words at all for Kylo's benefit or her own. She's so completely emotionally wrung out from the entirety of it all that she's grateful to be with someone who doesn't need to ask her if she's okay when she's clearly not. Perhaps later she'll be angry with herself for placing so much trust in him, and in Vader, for that matter -- but for now she's just relieved that he's here. That she hadn't had to process this alone.
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She's barely aware of how much time passes before they turn up at the apartment complex, but she's silent for all of it, unable to form any words at all for Kylo's benefit or her own. She's so completely emotionally wrung out from the entirety of it all that she's grateful to be with someone who doesn't need to ask her if she's okay when she's clearly not. Perhaps later she'll be angry with herself for placing so much trust in him, and in Vader, for that matter -- but for now she's just relieved that he's here. That she hadn't had to process this alone.