Rey had come here with the explicit intention of bringing Luke back with her and had eventually tacked on the more selfish mission of getting some basic Jedi tension out of him while she was here. The thought of leaving the island without him was unfathomable. Leia depended on her. The Resistance depended on her. The galaxy depended on her.
But once she stripped away all of that lofty reasoning... Rey simply didn't want to leave him.
The island wasn't the most hospitable, but Luke had managed to carve a life out for himself here, and she'd had to survive in a much harsher environment. She'd forced herself to find the beauty in Jakku just as he'd come to find the beauty of Ahch-To... and he'd been willing to share it with her in that field the day before. That had meant a lot to her; perhaps enough to make her feel a bond with him that she'd never been able to make with anyone before.
That was all it was, she told herself logically. If she did have feelings for him, it was because this was the most time she'd spent solely with one person, and they were borne more out of affection than any kind of real desire.
Reach between your legs and see if you don't find evidence to the contrary, a small voice chided her.
Shut. Up.
She felt her face heat up as she argued with herself, but she tried to fight it, allowing herself to seem surprised by Luke's abrupt question. "I... slept," she replied pragmatically.
While touching myself.
SHUT! UP!
Quickly, as though needing to say something, anything, to interrupt the progressively heated conversation going on inside her own head, she said, "I just had a lot of dreams, that's all. It made it a little hard to rest properly."
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But once she stripped away all of that lofty reasoning... Rey simply didn't want to leave him.
The island wasn't the most hospitable, but Luke had managed to carve a life out for himself here, and she'd had to survive in a much harsher environment. She'd forced herself to find the beauty in Jakku just as he'd come to find the beauty of Ahch-To... and he'd been willing to share it with her in that field the day before. That had meant a lot to her; perhaps enough to make her feel a bond with him that she'd never been able to make with anyone before.
That was all it was, she told herself logically. If she did have feelings for him, it was because this was the most time she'd spent solely with one person, and they were borne more out of affection than any kind of real desire.
Reach between your legs and see if you don't find evidence to the contrary, a small voice chided her.
Shut. Up.
She felt her face heat up as she argued with herself, but she tried to fight it, allowing herself to seem surprised by Luke's abrupt question. "I... slept," she replied pragmatically.
While touching myself.
SHUT! UP!
Quickly, as though needing to say something, anything, to interrupt the progressively heated conversation going on inside her own head, she said, "I just had a lot of dreams, that's all. It made it a little hard to rest properly."