[ Even with his express permission, it doesn't feel right. Ben's story isn't her own to tell, and deliberately avoiding a deeper, vulnerable discussion with his mother can't be conducive to moving forward. If he can't speak to his mother about what's occurred, and he can't speak to her about his current mental state, Rey doesn't know who he can possibly confide in.

It troubles her that he might feel alone, bottling it inside, suffering in silence. Maybe he just needs to figure it out for himself. She can wait while he does. Intuitively, she knows Leia will, too.

But, if having her speak with Leia will help him in the way he needs — ]

If that's what you want, I will.

[ She reassures, a soft murmur shared between just the two of them in the room, no longer drowned out by torrential rain pattering outside or crackling logs. The fire has since faded into nothingness, and the chill that seeps in without it drives her to press herself more snugly into his side. ]

But... she's your mother, Ben. She loves you. I understand you can't tell her what's happened, but you're still her son. Nothing will ever change that.

[ Loves, not loved. With how quickly Leia had accepted her explanation for disappearing on an unsanctioned mission, she suspects his mother's affection has never wavered. ]