Ben wouldn't really protest to being able to spend more time with Rey. She treated food in a way that made him too guilty to stuff it in a napkin or leave it untouched. Having spent so long without it, Rey was capable of adoring and enjoying even the most bland and normal things, staple foods of the rest of the galaxy that she had never known existed before. He would always remember the way her face lit up when he gave her candy stolen from Uncle Chewie's secret stash. She had never known there was that much sugar in the whole of the galaxy. Before he could even protest she'd pushed a small piece of it past his lips, too, and Force help him, he'd forgotten to feel guilty about liking the taste for a moment, watching her smile.
He grit his teeth. Laying on his back always hurt, could even result in bruises if he did for too long, hips, back and shoulder blades pressing too sharply against the surface. Ben had always gotten a litany of purple bruises from combat in those areas since he was introduced to the concept of fasting, but that was why avoiding physicals was his norm. The doctors at the First Order told him the same thing every time: eat. Sometimes he had tried, only to glance down at himself and think 'but there's fat there left to burn, I don't have to eat yet'. These days he was fairly sure it was actually muscle his body was starting to eat away at, but that was not the kind of thing he would even suggest with his mother present.
He hoped the time Snoke deliberately broke his bones to give him incentive to learn Force Healing looked like a normal injury to the doctor. Ben still had nightmares about that time, about being able to feel the breaks in his ribs, thinking he was about to die as he struggled not to black out from pain. It had been humbling and traumatic in equal doses.
Sitting up, he rubbed at the base of his spine with a wince, a dull ache informing him he'd be paying for this later. "If any readings show up involving snake poison, that's from Poe and I trying to use the Force to befriend a two headed snake as kids. Turns out the Force doesn't work that way." He swallowed, worried about the way she was frowning. It had, he knew, nothing to do with snake poison, and everything to do with his fear of food. The readings, however, might as well be written in ancient Wookie calligraphy for all the sense they made to him.
"...what's wrong?" he asked, after a prolonged silence.
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Date: 2016-12-20 06:28 am (UTC)He grit his teeth. Laying on his back always hurt, could even result in bruises if he did for too long, hips, back and shoulder blades pressing too sharply against the surface. Ben had always gotten a litany of purple bruises from combat in those areas since he was introduced to the concept of fasting, but that was why avoiding physicals was his norm. The doctors at the First Order told him the same thing every time: eat. Sometimes he had tried, only to glance down at himself and think 'but there's fat there left to burn, I don't have to eat yet'. These days he was fairly sure it was actually muscle his body was starting to eat away at, but that was not the kind of thing he would even suggest with his mother present.
He hoped the time Snoke deliberately broke his bones to give him incentive to learn Force Healing looked like a normal injury to the doctor. Ben still had nightmares about that time, about being able to feel the breaks in his ribs, thinking he was about to die as he struggled not to black out from pain. It had been humbling and traumatic in equal doses.
Sitting up, he rubbed at the base of his spine with a wince, a dull ache informing him he'd be paying for this later. "If any readings show up involving snake poison, that's from Poe and I trying to use the Force to befriend a two headed snake as kids. Turns out the Force doesn't work that way." He swallowed, worried about the way she was frowning. It had, he knew, nothing to do with snake poison, and everything to do with his fear of food. The readings, however, might as well be written in ancient Wookie calligraphy for all the sense they made to him.
"...what's wrong?" he asked, after a prolonged silence.