She emerges from her room a short while later, looking at least marginally more like someone who's simply tired rather than emotionally shattered. She's changed into a soft shirt and matching sleep pants, taken her hair down, and splashed water on her face until she couldn't see the telltale tear-streaks and faint redness about her eyes from having been in tears or close to them for however long it's been.

She seems a little more present when she comes back out, present enough to feel vaguely embarrassed by her own reactions and how gentle Kylo's being with her in response. Hadn't he been angry with her? Hadn't she been angry with him? Her world's shifted so abruptly that she can't quite find her way back to her prior sense of equilibrium, and it doesn't matter this instant, anyway.

"There's a chair without any stuff on it in the bedroom. You won't have to stay long."

If she can get her mind to be silent, that is. She's half-asleep on her feet, though, and the only thing loud thoughts are likely to do is lead her into some weirder than usual dreams. She leads the way back into her bedroom, which is slightly less chaotic than the front room. Most of the random mechanical parts have been traded for books of all kinds, stacked in small piles according to a system only Rey can quite decipher. She moves some of them off her bed and flops onto it somewhat gracelessly, too tired to care about much beyond being asleep soon.