"It's yours," he said, not dismissively, but firmly. "And the fact you had reasons to want to wait on Jakku does not mean you weren't longing for something else." He tilted his head, watching her. He had not pried, but he had touched her mind. She couldn't tell him she'd been content there, alone. She couldn't tell him she hadn't wanted something else.

Maybe, he thought, not this. Not poking at an old sand bear, light years from anything like her purpose or family.