Just as Rey realized how thankful she was that she hadn't shared yet another inadvertent connection with Kylo Ren and ended up letting that monster see her in such a compromising position upon her waking up, she heard a voice behind her, and she jumped in surprise. Of course Kylo Ren would see her at her lowest, of course he would ask after it with barely-veiled amusement. He might even think that he'd been the subject of such dreams, because after all, that would make more sense than her fantasizing about his uncle.
But even as Rey realized who'd spoken to her, she also came to the realization that Kylo Ren might have been able to sense her dreams if he'd been watching her. He'd claimed to have been able to do it before. While that was mortifying in its own right, she suddenly became aware of the fact that Luke, too, may have sensed it, might have known that his student had thought impure things about him... as much as she could, really, given her lack of experience in these matters. For a moment, she could do nothing but watch him at the basin, trying not to stare and scrambling to try and hide her panic and her shame.
But while she was good at hiding specific thoughts, she'd always been something of an open book when it came to emotions, and Rey knew that. Still, she did her best to clamp down on it, not wanting to give Luke any reason to pry or make him think that she was somehow still upset over their exchange the night before. It was bad enough that she found herself looking over his features and deciding that no, it wasn't so strange that she would think of him, especially not in comparison to Kylo Ren. Luke had more than enough good qualities, but dwelling on them only made certain feelings spark up all over again.
"Good morning, Luke," she said, words a bit too quick to be natural. Searching for something to say so he wouldn't end up listening to something she didn't want him to hear, she eventually managed to tug the corners of her lips up into a small, strained smile as she asked, "Sleep well?"
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But even as Rey realized who'd spoken to her, she also came to the realization that Kylo Ren might have been able to sense her dreams if he'd been watching her. He'd claimed to have been able to do it before. While that was mortifying in its own right, she suddenly became aware of the fact that Luke, too, may have sensed it, might have known that his student had thought impure things about him... as much as she could, really, given her lack of experience in these matters. For a moment, she could do nothing but watch him at the basin, trying not to stare and scrambling to try and hide her panic and her shame.
But while she was good at hiding specific thoughts, she'd always been something of an open book when it came to emotions, and Rey knew that. Still, she did her best to clamp down on it, not wanting to give Luke any reason to pry or make him think that she was somehow still upset over their exchange the night before. It was bad enough that she found herself looking over his features and deciding that no, it wasn't so strange that she would think of him, especially not in comparison to Kylo Ren. Luke had more than enough good qualities, but dwelling on them only made certain feelings spark up all over again.
"Good morning, Luke," she said, words a bit too quick to be natural. Searching for something to say so he wouldn't end up listening to something she didn't want him to hear, she eventually managed to tug the corners of her lips up into a small, strained smile as she asked, "Sleep well?"