[ This time, her name sounds familiar on his tongue, firming a connection that she had waited for. Turning her head, she looks away from the starlight to fix her penetrating gaze on him, expression a perfect conflict between the levity of relief and the dread of uncertainty. Ultimately, though, it's a ghost of a smile that settles on her lips. ]

Mine. [ Weariness sags at the edges of her mind, ready to collapse it, but she staves it off to secure their position as she approaches him. ] Only for a little while. [ The musical warmth of her voice tries to reassure him, but it's an alien sound in an impossible circumstance. ] You're not very good at clearing yours.

[ The playfulness takes a turn for something direct enough to expose what she's doing like live wire, deflecting from her discomfort with something not quite manufactured, but certainly exaggerated. ]

This is where I come to draw focus and eliminate distractions. [ The island is a place of peace, of retreat, and will not do for centering herself in preparation for battle or drawing power from. Jakku reminds her of her isolation, the cost of failure, but also of her ability to survive it.

Strangely, now that she is free of it, the rolling hills offer her security. She cannot fall farther than what she has already withstood. Time never seems to pass on Jakku, and it makes it a sturdy constant for her to return to in her heart when she needs to remember how she learned what has brought her this far. ] You have a lot of them.