Instead of being any level of encouraging, Luke's words echoed Rey's earlier fears. Was she really only feeling this way about him only because he was the only man she'd had anything even remotely resembling an opportunity with? Granted, he'd never presented himself as being interested in any sort of opportunity, but the fact that he actually saw her and they'd gotten along for all of one day had translated to Rey as something that could possibly turn into something else in the future.

But then, she wasn't going to be on Ahch-To forever. And once he was back with the Resistance, Luke would be far too busy to give her another look, especially since he'd want to spend time reintroducing himself to society. And besides everything else... there was a war going on. She couldn't afford to lose sight of that, or else she and Luke would never leave this island.

Though if she were honest with herself, she could think of worse possibilities.

"I don't rely on you for friendship, Luke," she told him, fighting her way out of her own thoughts. "I want to be with you. As a friend."

And more. Tell him you want him as a friend and more. Tell him, he already knows anyway, why don't you just-

"You're... special to me," she murmured instead, needing to quiet that voice down again before she ended up snapping at it and making Luke fear for her sanity. "One day, when you're surrounded by people who care about you, I hope you remember that."