"Honestly? I was too distracted to think I'd catch anything, even with your help." Her confession felt innocent enough, but then she realized that Luke might wonder over what had distracted her, if he didn't already know. After all, she hadn't exactly been subtle about staring at him.

Not that she could stop herself from doing that now, not with the way he smiled at her. He was outright beaming at her, and she found herself unable to look away even if he pointedly told her to. No one had ever looked at her like that, aside from Finn after they'd used the Falcon to escape the First Order on Jakku. But that had been understandable; anyone would beam after surviving a near-death experience. Luke was just smiling because of her. That-... that was weird. In the best possible way.

Though she didn't want to turn around, she knew it wouldn't be fair for her to let him bring the fish up on his own, especially not when he was doing it while pressed against her back. So she faced forward again, helping him to pull the pole up along the cliff. Even this, though, felt intimate in its own way, working together towards a common task, and Rey decided they would have to go fishing together more often.