Rey was never overly chatty, not unless she thought someone was trying to cheat her during a trade, and even then, she knew how to pick her battles. So being able to walk with someone else without the pressure of conversation weighing upon either of them was nice, and she was pleased to find that the silence was a comfortable one. The feeling had to be mutual, she thought, as she'd been able to pick up on Luke's discomfort earlier on without even trying, and now... now she sensed nothing but a quiet calm between them as they figured out where to go from here. Aside, of course, from the clearing.
Once they actually got there, Rey found that she had no idea where to go next, and her survival instincts didn't really extend this far. She was going to have to defer to Luke, and luckily he managed to provide the next step, small though it might be.
She readily sat across from him, staying close and not hesitating at all as she slipped her hands into his again. It didn't feel wholly natural, owing to a lifetime of self-imposed isolation, but at the same time, it felt more natural than anything she'd ever done.
Of course, she knew as well as he did that they couldn't just sit and stare and grin ridiculously at one another, so she searched for something to say, trying not to get distracted by Luke's normally surly or thoughtful disposition actually appearing genuinely happy.
"Tell me more about where you grew up," she requested softly. "Tatooine. Your family. Before all the stories and legends." She wanted to know his story, in his words, and know that she was familiar with him as a man and not just some heroic historical figure.
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Once they actually got there, Rey found that she had no idea where to go next, and her survival instincts didn't really extend this far. She was going to have to defer to Luke, and luckily he managed to provide the next step, small though it might be.
She readily sat across from him, staying close and not hesitating at all as she slipped her hands into his again. It didn't feel wholly natural, owing to a lifetime of self-imposed isolation, but at the same time, it felt more natural than anything she'd ever done.
Of course, she knew as well as he did that they couldn't just sit and stare and grin ridiculously at one another, so she searched for something to say, trying not to get distracted by Luke's normally surly or thoughtful disposition actually appearing genuinely happy.
"Tell me more about where you grew up," she requested softly. "Tatooine. Your family. Before all the stories and legends." She wanted to know his story, in his words, and know that she was familiar with him as a man and not just some heroic historical figure.