His presence does help, in that every time she feels herself want to panic again she lets herself lean into her awareness of him, instead. Of how he feels to her in the Force. She's not sure how it's possible that he's begun to feel safe to her, but if she dwells upon the strangeness of it too long it starts to circle back around to panic.

She tries her best, remembers how she's meant to breathe during her meditation. Tries to just let sleep win as it had just a little earlier. But after a little while of getting no closer to unconsciousness she sits up with a small huff.

"I'm sorry. I'd ask you to talk about something monotonous, like -- I don't know, First Order intelligence meetings or the historical differences between the lightsaber forms, but I suspect then we'd both be awake and bored."

There's a trace of humor in it again, now that she's starting to let herself accept that she doesn't have to fight anything this instant, and that maybe she'll never have to fight this strange bond between them.

"Could you put me to sleep again like you did on Takodana? I won't resist."