She had just been flung away from him, and he had thrown his blaster to go help her. His chest burned with fear and anger, unsure what to do. He thought she had called for help. Thought he could hear her call to help. So to his surprise, when he answered the call, he stumbled into a snow drift that wasn't there before.

With a surprised gasp he dug around for her, hand grabbing the lightsaber at his side, still in his possession as he stood, about to call out the one who threw her. Worried this wasn't going to go well. When he stood in full though, he didn't see anyone. He saw snow, and a room, and nothing seemed right. A sick feeling fell over him as he started to look around, a bit frantic.

It was when he saw her at a distance that he was suddenly in motion, scrambling over snow and to a cleared path, skidding to a stop. Eyes wide. "Rey!?" She was okay. She was there, standing, okay. He ran up to her, looking started all the same.