Rey couldn't say what she expected from Luke, and really, she couldn't say that she expected much of anything at all. It just seemed like this weird thing between them should be confronted before things just got more and more awkward before inevitably becoming unbearable.

"I'm the last person anyone should be terrified of speaking to," she told him after a moment of not knowing what to say. "There are just two of us on this entire island, unless you count the porgs and one Wookiee who mostly keeps to himself; there's no such thing as saying the wrong thing. Or doing the wrong thing."

Especially not if that included doing some of the things that her subconscious had imagined him doing, but she quickly bypassed that before her thoughts went somewhere wholly inappropriate. You know. Again.

"Or we could say and do nothing. That's-... that's fine too, if that's what you want."