At the mention of giant insects Rey made a face into her mug and shook her head, silently admitting defeat as far as the matter of sleeping outside went. "Too quiet? Everything outside makes a racket all night long." Her gaze flicked back to his incredulous, wearily amused at the idea that anyone could find the din of the forest quiet.

"You would have hated nights on Jakku if you think this is quiet - well, beyond just being on Jakku." It had been difficult to start surrendering the idea that she would ever go back, and that anyone would be returning for her when she did. It was difficult to admit you didn't know where you fit in the galaxy. She had waited for so long for her family, letting that hope be her governing principle for so long that now she felt untethered and uncertain of how to begin heeding the pull of the Force that had gone from a whisper to a shout inside her within a matter of moments. Touching that lightsaber had knocked the lid off of a box she had unknowingly kept tightly covered, leaving her with a head ful of questions and uncertainty.


Quiet for a long time she cleared her throat, studying him as she spoke. "I didn't think we could be civil," let it never be said Rey wasn't unbearably blunt when it suited her.