She might not have known what had happened in Luke's past to turn him from a legend to a recluse, but she knew that the good far outweighed the perceived bad. He'd been a hero, after all, and he still had that sort of heart inside of him, even if he'd willingly blinded himself to it for all these years.

Rey believed Luke Skywalker was a good man. And she'd do what she could to make sure that he believed it, too. Even if that took more than a little work.

"Help you... with me?" She chuckled softly as she glanced away, shaking her head slightly. "I... don't really know what makes me happy. This does, being with you. But beyond that...." She shrugged a bit helplessly, never having been one to focus on her happiness so much as on her survival.