"Good." He still has dreams about being dragged by a rathtar sometimes, though not many. No, if Finn sleeps uneasily it's more likely to be a dream about a snowy forest and a red lightsaber, and he wakes with his back aching. The muscle is mostly healed, but he'll have the scar forever.

He tags along with Poe to the galley and firmly resolves to eat his share slowly. Eating dessert is not a competition. Damn, they look good, though. "I can get behind relaxing. What should I start with?" They all look tasty.