Rey watched as Finn examined the jacket. She remembered all too well lying in the snow, dazed from hitting the tree, the world slow and unfocused but all too clear when Finn dropped from what could easily have been a fatal strike. The thought that she might have lost Finn as she'd already lost Han had driven her to take up the lightsaber before Ren could take it.
"You and Chewie softened him up for me." At his question, she sighed and shrugged. "I wish I knew for sure. He could have made it off planet, too. But if he did, he took some nasty scars with him."
Her hand strayed to her satchel and rested over the spot where she kept the lightsaber. She hesitated at first, but then she opened up the bag and drew the lightsaber out to show Finn that she still had it.