"Games aren't just for children," she replied, her voice even. She didn't want to antagonize him, and she certainly didn't want to patronize him. Maybe they were just in very different points in their lives, but she couldn't imagine just sitting locked away in a hut all day, every day, for years on end. It was thoroughly depressing.

"You also didn't come here to sleep or fish, but you do those things. Because your body is telling you that you need to survive. And if you don't do something to make that survival worthwhile...." His body might just give out on him. Or his mind. And she couldn't take that.

"I've only just found you, Master Skywalker," she told him, giving him a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm not going to do anything to risk losing you. So I don't care if we have to weave baskets or pick flowers or build a whole new hut from scratch; we're going to find something to do together and you're going to enjoy it, whether you like it or not."