Rey found herself chuckling softly at his comment, though it might have been just slightly delayed given that she was distracted by the way he was looking at her. No one had ever looked at her that way, and she realized she had no idea what that meant. He seemed somewhat sad, but also... content? Maybe? Emotions weren't her strong point, especially not when those emotions belonged to other people.

She was instinctively tilting her face towards his hand when he seemed to suddenly freeze, and she blinked as she tired to figure out what was wrong. She eventually realized that his hand was cool and stiff against her face, and she remembered about his prosthetic. She was used to machines, more comfortable with them than people, in some ways, and so it didn't bother her at all, but she wondered if he thought it would, or even if it still bothered him after all these years.

Slowly, she brought her free hand up, lightly settling against the back of the metal one he had along her face. She made no move to keep him there, but more importantly, she made no move to pull him away, instead simply smiling up at him.

"I've heard people say the Force works in mysterious ways. Maybe they're right."