He was stubborn, that much was obvious. But Rey had had to fight against tougher terrain than him. And survival had taught her how to be every bit as stubborn as he apparently was.

His apology was met with a downcast look and a slow nod. It had hurt, hearing that Luke thought of her as a child, but she wasn't going to prove him right by focusing on a bit of heated name-calling. Instead, she peered up at him, giving him a small, wry smile. "It's fine. I'm not exactly used to being company."

She took a breath to shake that off, straightening up as she gestured towards where he'd apparently been trying to sleep. "What I see is a man who tries to carry too much weight on his shoulders. You couldn't carry the weight of the galaxy on them half a lifetime ago, and you certainly can't be expected to do that now. No one can. So I'll stop bothering you if you promise to catch up on your rest and stop being weighed down by the past, at least for a little while."

Luke and Leia had both already had their turn at saving the galaxy, and Han had lost his life just trying to save his son. Rey wasn't going to lose anyone else, not when it was her turn to shoulder a bit of that responsibility. It was, after all, her galaxy too.