Catastrophic.

Cassian couldn't even begin to imagine the turmoil that Rey was going through, and he himself was hiding a mess of emotions behind a calm demeanor. She knew him better than that, though. She had to know that he was feeling the same stress and worry, that he was cycling through all the choices she could make, wondering which one was the right one.

This was war, and war waited for nobody. War wouldn't be kind to him, to her, to their child. War could take them at any moment and never look back. And the last thing he wanted was to leave a child without a family in the same way that his was stolen from him and Rey's was taken from her. He couldn't stomach the thought.

But - his thoughts would have to wait. Rey needed him right now, even though he could see that she was trying to downplay the situation, or - or push him away so that she could deal with it herself. Thing was, though, that she didn't have to.

"Don't do that - ", he quietly implored, his expression open, concerned. "It could be a stomach bug. Or - something you ate might not be agreeing with you. I think the best thing to do is to go get checked out, and then …

At least then we'll know what's going on. We can make decisions and plans once we know. Okay?"