Rey was momentarily confused by Luke's response, but then he elaborated and closed his eyes, and she realized what he meant. She was still a little surprised by the trust he was showing in her considering how guarded she can be about most of her own past - particularly those points she couldn't remember or had willfully suppressed - but she appreciated it, and she wasn't about to waste an opportunity to prove to him that she was indeed trustworthy.

So she closed her eyes in turn, gently tightening her hold on Luke's hands as though that would strengthen their connection. She didn't know how true that was, but it made about as much sense as anything else that had happened over the previous day, so she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, emptying her mind of all distractions and focusing only on Luke. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't too difficult.

For a moment, she thought she was back on Jakku, but Tatooine didn't feel quite so oppressive. She also didn't know the people that she realized had been Luke's caretakers, given the wave of affection she felt as she looked upon them. He'd had parents after all, in his own way. And an actual room that was his own, safe and to his tastes, and a speeder of some sort where he could pass the time. It wasn't too different from her own life, but just a little bit... more. Settled and yet freer. She would have liked growing up as his neighbor, probably.

It seemed nice, she told him silently, her appreciation for his old lifestyle palpable. Simple. Did you like it there?