Rey couldn't pretend not to be disappointed when Luke unceremoniously concluded their conversation. The lesson had been over for some time, as far as she'd been concerned, and she'd been sitting with Luke and talking with him because she was genuinely enjoying it. For him to simply get up and walk away... it left her wondering over what she'd said or done to push him away from her.
As she'd picked up their dishes and washed them, though, she'd tried to take it as a hopeful sign that Luke was going to go and meditate about what they'd talked about today. Maybe it would be the first step in him deciding to come back to the Resistance with her. And maybe it was the start of a regular occurrence of such intimate talks between them.
One of those meant more to her than the other, and it wasn't the one that should have.
But she kept telling herself that she was only happy that Luke was possibly finally coming around, because she had to believe that her pleasure was the selfless sort. After all, that was what being a Jedi was about, wasn't it? Selflessly acting towards the greater good?
The fact that it meant she and Luke could continue their friendship even after the First Order was finally gone was just a bonus.
But as the day went on and turned into night, Rey began to grow worried, not having seen Luke again. She didn't think anything had happened to him, but it was still a little concerning that he wouldn't come by to say anything else to her throughout the day. As she lay in her hut and stared up at the ceiling, she could feel her worry eating at her the more she told herself she was being foolish; it was almost like a physical entity that was keeping her from sleep.
It took a long time for her to realize that not all of these feelings were her own, and she looked towards the window, in the general direction of where she knew Luke slept. Or where he was trying to sleep. Or where he was dreaming. It was hard to tell, but it felt almost as though their earlier connection had opened up again, and she could feel things that were coursing through his mind, hazy thoughts and regrets and emotions that were far too mature for her own mind.
It was all too tempting to peek into his head, to make her presence known as she tried to sooth over his uncertainties. But even though this connection had formed accidentally, she didn't want him thinking that she'd been poking her nose in where it didn't belong. That might sever the trust between them, and she didn't want that.
So she did what a normal, non-Force-sensitive person would do when they were worried about the well-being of a friend. She got up and left her hut, a blanket draped over her shoulders to protect from the slight chill in the night air as she moved towards where she assumed Luke was sleeping, or trying to sleep, or pretending to sleep. She hesitated for a moment at the door before knocking just loudly enough to be heard over the crashing waves, hoping she hadn't alienated him earlier and wasn't currently doing anything to alienate him further.
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As she'd picked up their dishes and washed them, though, she'd tried to take it as a hopeful sign that Luke was going to go and meditate about what they'd talked about today. Maybe it would be the first step in him deciding to come back to the Resistance with her. And maybe it was the start of a regular occurrence of such intimate talks between them.
One of those meant more to her than the other, and it wasn't the one that should have.
But she kept telling herself that she was only happy that Luke was possibly finally coming around, because she had to believe that her pleasure was the selfless sort. After all, that was what being a Jedi was about, wasn't it? Selflessly acting towards the greater good?
The fact that it meant she and Luke could continue their friendship even after the First Order was finally gone was just a bonus.
But as the day went on and turned into night, Rey began to grow worried, not having seen Luke again. She didn't think anything had happened to him, but it was still a little concerning that he wouldn't come by to say anything else to her throughout the day. As she lay in her hut and stared up at the ceiling, she could feel her worry eating at her the more she told herself she was being foolish; it was almost like a physical entity that was keeping her from sleep.
It took a long time for her to realize that not all of these feelings were her own, and she looked towards the window, in the general direction of where she knew Luke slept. Or where he was trying to sleep. Or where he was dreaming. It was hard to tell, but it felt almost as though their earlier connection had opened up again, and she could feel things that were coursing through his mind, hazy thoughts and regrets and emotions that were far too mature for her own mind.
It was all too tempting to peek into his head, to make her presence known as she tried to sooth over his uncertainties. But even though this connection had formed accidentally, she didn't want him thinking that she'd been poking her nose in where it didn't belong. That might sever the trust between them, and she didn't want that.
So she did what a normal, non-Force-sensitive person would do when they were worried about the well-being of a friend. She got up and left her hut, a blanket draped over her shoulders to protect from the slight chill in the night air as she moved towards where she assumed Luke was sleeping, or trying to sleep, or pretending to sleep. She hesitated for a moment at the door before knocking just loudly enough to be heard over the crashing waves, hoping she hadn't alienated him earlier and wasn't currently doing anything to alienate him further.