The combination of the word 'dreams' and the flush rising to her cheeks put him on guard again. Was it just his imagination, or did she look shifty and unable to meet his eyes? And was that because he was Master Skywalker, or because he was a lecherous old man?

Luke wasn't terribly concerned about his reputation at this point, but he was damned if he'd let this be the last word. He would fight this, somehow. With time, both the dreams and the memories would fade and he could... what?

Where did he think this was going?

"I'm sorry," he said, though of course she could not know he was apologizing for potentially violating her trust in sleep. "I'll... let you rest, then, since..." He cast about for some reason he needed to be busy today. "I have things I need to do. Food. To gather."