Rey wasn't so cocky or immature that she would argue back when reprimanded, particularly when she knew very well that she was in the wrong. She could have asked for Luke's guidance and permission before doing anything. She should have asked for his guidance and permission. But she'd been so focused on proving to herself that Kylo had been lying, that their so-called connection was nothing special beyond being a sign of one person strong in the Force searching out for another who also happened to be strong. What better way to immediately test that theory than to try to reach out to Luke?

Even so....

"I'm sorry," she earnestly replied once he seemed to give her leave to speak again. "I know what I did was impulsive and foolish. I promise, I won't consciously do anything like that again without your permission, or unless I think it's urgent."

She didn't want to disappoint him. It had been a long time since she'd last worried about disappointing someone. Meeting Han Solo had been exciting, and she'd bonded with him remarkably well, but it had been over the Falcon. They had common ground. It was easy to bond. She and Luke had the Force, but... she couldn't exactly finish his sentences or show him workarounds, the way she had when it had come to Han and his ship. She couldn't bond with Luke.

But she wanted to. And that was where the fear of letting him down came in.

A little surprised when he suddenly turned and beckoned for her to follow, Rey nevertheless did so immediately. She knew she was walking on thin ice, and if she didn't want him to completely shut her out as he'd had when she'd first arrived to the island, she was going to have to head in the opposite direction and try to find a way to turn off this link she had to Kylo, rather than go seeking it out in others.

"Where are we going?"