Despite the fact that it was very, very obvious what both Rey and Luke had fantasized about, and it was more than a little clear what they'd been talking about just now, she would still balk a little at the idea that they were talking about becoming lovers. That felt like something far too intimate considering her complete and utter lack of experience in these matters. She'd never even kissed anyone yet.

... yet.

She watched him as he stared at their joined hands, looking him over carefully. He seemed hesitant, but not necessarily reluctant. That was fine. She could deal with a little hesitation and thoughtfulness so long as he wasn't being reluctant. She didn't want to feel as though she was forcing Luke into anything.

At his words, she smiled a little, still afraid to be completely relieved or feel anything overwhelmingly positive. Her life had taught her that too much optimism was just a set-up for disappointment.

"I don't know what to expect, and people have never been my strong point anyway," she told him softly. Giving his hand a squeeze, she widened her smile a bit and added, "But if you like being with me, then all I ask is that you don't feel as though you have to hold back, or hide away in dreams. You can be open with me about what you want. I encourage it. And I hope I can be open with you."