<blockquote>"It's so green here," Rey says, wonderingly, the first morning; the first sunrise. "And the clouds! There's just so much color."
"Just wait until it's really spring," Luke says. "I know patience is tough at your age—" Without looking, he can feel her tense, irritation scratching at the back of her mind. She's spent her whole life waiting. "Or maybe that was just me," he adds, smiling. </blockquote>
