They may as well have been talking on opposing mountaintops for all the distance both worked to put between them. Rey could almost feel it as the walls between them rose tall and stayed firmly in place, though she was not yet familiar enough with the way the Force could feel to distinguish where the remote and passing sensation came from.

Whatever it was it sparked a slight pang of curiosity in her. Touching the Skywalker saber had opened so many doors that previously had never even been thought of by the scavenger. Now it seemed she couldn’t do much without this nagging sensation practically begging her to let it in, she didn’t understand it, or why it was there. All she could do was push back against it.

“Your mother is so happy,” Rey genuinely smiled as she said it, and for the briefest of moments an almost approving look crossed over her features, only to be gone a moment later and replaced by something else. “You’re uneasy, and I don’t know why I know that you are - but it feels like you always are.” Blurting out things was a strong suit of hers, better suited for harsh remarks between aggressive scavengers on Jakku than in the rest of the galaxy, but she still had a lot to learn about dealing with others.