Ronan sits back on his heels and takes a breath. There's no urgent need to move now that he's been left alone. The two of them will have plenty of frustration to work out between them before his assistance is required.

Not that it's ever truly required. He's superfluous in every scene. The set dressing.

He does need to catch his breath, though. While he was choking on Kylo, he couldn't get any air, and his lungs are burning. Inhale. Exhale. He pats his face dry with his sleeves, wiping away tears and saliva and sweat. Inhale. Exhale. He combs his long hair back with his fingers so that it stops clinging to his skin. Inhale. Exhale.

He leans forward, like a diver, and loses his form. Not a second later, he's in Rey's suite, too. But he draws no attention to himself just yet. They can keep doing what they're doing while he slowly peels off his clothes in the periphery.