If nothing else, Rey was blissfully unaware that age would have any impact whatsoever on performance, and it was hardly as though she had much of anything for a reference point on that front. Her own drive had always been relatively low, so there hadn't been a lot in the way of "self-fulfillment" occurring in the privacy of her hammock, so just having someone that she could comfortably share such close contact with was thrilling all in its own right.

She rolled her eyes slightly when he remarked on his penchant for making himself unhappy, though by the time he finished, her expression had softened considerably. "I hope so," she told him fondly. "You deserve to be happy, Luke. Regardless of how good you are at not being happy."