As soon as he offers to make bedding out the cloak that he has, Rey's eyebrows  shoot up her forehead.

"You mean share it?" It comes up more horrified than she wants to admit, and not for the reasons he might think. To be that close to him, with all that he knows about her, and all that he seen, terrifies her. Hell,  she's afraid to be wrapped up in his scent all night long. "I can't."