Truthfully, she's come out this far to avoid moments like this. She doesn't want visitors at the moment, had been happy to find a quiet, private place to let her mind water back to her moments with Kebechet, and before that her time with Snoke, with Kylo Ren. A part of her wonders who will be the next one to sink their fingers under her skin, dig their nails into her head and pull out her fears and make her face them, and those things are easier to dwell on alone, where no one will see you brood.

She'd set her tent up, made a fire pit the way Chewie had shown her, and there's even something vaguely bird-shaped on a spit over a fire, crackling and hissing as the fat drips out into the flames below, and it's quiet and tranquil right up until Midnighter goes bursting out of the brush and ruins it all.

Later, she'll be annoyed. The second she sees him, though, and all that blood, her eyebrows raise in concern and she waves him over, drawing a knife from the collection of cutlery and silverware she'd taken from the ship.

"Stop pulling on it, you're just making it worse," she says, giving up on letting him come to her and going to his side again, reaching out for his arm but very much not touching the plant yet. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to touch strange things?"