Finn stood obediently still, taking this all as a continuation of that day in the ruins more than anything. Do it at long last fulfilled.

"I trust you," he murmured, moving wherever Poe wanted to put him. "Trust me to let you know."

If it got too much. A little pain he was anticipating. Nothing new, nothing good, happened without some. Even learning a new skill meant burning muscles, new blisters and calluses. But if it got past a point he thought would turn good, he'd speak up.