Whatever the two of them might say, Rey could only hope that Luke didn't ask her to describe just what she'd seen, or what she'd felt, or what she'd wanted. She'd never even said some of those words outside of a matter-of-fact, clinical sort of way, especially since she'd never exactly had any reason to talk openly about sex or sexual feelings.

As it was, Luke still seemed to be blaming himself, and she hated the heaviness surrounding his presence. When he touched a hand to her shoulder and admitted that he didn't want her to leave, Rey couldn't bother holding back anymore, and she stepped forward to loosely wrap her arms around him in an embrace, hoping it didn't feel as awkward for him as she thought it must look from the outside.

"You're lucky I'm so stubborn," she told him, partly scolding but mostly joking as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, Luke. Not without you. I would have thought I'd made that clear by now."