As soon as she seems to be moving more or less on her own, Poe lets go and sits down, hard. There's something about the creeping exhaustion that makes him feel sick to his stomach. With the goal of helping her, the feeling was easier to ignore. Now that she seems to be recovering, though--

There are shocks and tears of darkness in his mind, a modulated, taunting voice, and screaming that sounds like his own. Poe wipes the sweat off his forehead and grins at Dom, playing off his shakiness as an effect of the wall.

"Dominque DiPierro. Poe Dameron. Mostly Poe." He pauses, then says more seriously, "Were you the one who screamed?"