Rey hadn't even realized that she'd mentioned dreams, and if she'd been more focused on what she was saying and less on what she was thinking - or rather, pointedly not thinking - she would have never uttered the word. But luckily, Luke hadn't asked after what kind of dreams they were, even as that inner voice of hers tried to insist that she'd sort of been hoping he would ask so she could simply say it and get it out in the open.

"It's not your fault," she told him, and that was, technically, true. It was the fault of her own loneliness, and she wasn't going to let Luke even tangentially take the blame.

She was almost relieved when he said he had things to do, but the greater part of her was unmistakably disappointed. She inwardly cursed that loneliness of hers that made Luke's company so damnably pleasurable for her, in more ways than one.

"Do you... need company?"

The question was soft, almost hesitant, but Rey did indeed want to spend time with him if she could. Being alone now felt suffocating, especially when she no longer had to worry just about the possibility of Kylo Ren encroaching on her thoughts but also now fretted over whether she'd find her thoughts wandering towards something more inappropriate. Maybe being with Luke would keep her from dwelling on any potentially embarrassing thoughts... and if not, maybe she can just outright die from the embarrassment and not have to worry about anything anymore.