"She'll outlive all of us," Poe agreed ruefully, unsure if he was happy or worried, and unsure if it mattered. He climbed in the speeder with far more grace than he had at the beginning of the week - he was far from fully healed, but it didn't hurt to walk around anymore.

"Droids aren't known for sending letters, but BB-8 still sends me updates. He's flying with Nera."