The thing is, Luke thought it might be a bad thing. It was, if nothing else, deeply suspect, in his opinion.

What right did he have to feel... anything?

But she remained close enough, that day, to banish most of those thoughts from his consciousness. He did not allow them to merely wallow however. She had come to learn, and inappropriate dreams were not going to deter him from his newfound commitment to not letting her power go feral. So they trained, and meditated, and if Luke had to turn his thoughts away from doubts about what came next, well, they could wait.

But not forever.

Eventually, night began to fall, and the wind grew chillier and he had to admit that he'd worked the girl hard enough for the strictest master. They made their way back down to the cluster of stone huts, exhausted and hungry, and Luke threw together a simple meal. It was odd, but somehow comfortable, cooking for two. Even if the meal itself was hardly worthy of the name. He'd been eating solely for nutrition for so long, it was practically the first time in years he'd thought to question the flavor. Then again, everything felt new and sharp, with her watching.