[ Rey won't admit it, but he's right. Mistress Philenor has basically talked their ears off for the better part of two hours, and it's only by some divine miracle that Ren hasn't lost his patience completely and has managed to remain stoically civil throughout it.
Their tenuous truce that they've agreed upon with one another is another surprise; it still manages to miraculously hold somehow, in the wake of ending up on this island together. Rey has seen enough inside his mind to know that he'd had to have been offered the incentive, the wish she's been told some of the other residents here had asked for in return for assisting the island's benefactors - but as far as what exactly the wish entails, she has no idea. He has somehow managed to hide that from her, somewhere in the recesses of his mind where he can actually restrict her access.
She shrugs his annoyance off, his frayed nerves sparking along the edges of her consciousness, and instead she shades her eyes and looks out over the lake as they approach it. ]
...You're irritated because you think this is something you could have done by yourself, aren't you. [ she ducks her head, squinting in the sunlight up at him. ] But we've been told these flowers are potent, and perhaps there needs to be two in the event that one of them falls prey to the effects of them. [ after all, why else would people be assigned partners for such a menial task?
Rey looks toward the south shore of the lake and points in the direction they're headed. ] I see them, I think. Over there - those tall willowy white ones.
ONE of course.
Their tenuous truce that they've agreed upon with one another is another surprise; it still manages to miraculously hold somehow, in the wake of ending up on this island together. Rey has seen enough inside his mind to know that he'd had to have been offered the incentive, the wish she's been told some of the other residents here had asked for in return for assisting the island's benefactors - but as far as what exactly the wish entails, she has no idea. He has somehow managed to hide that from her, somewhere in the recesses of his mind where he can actually restrict her access.
She shrugs his annoyance off, his frayed nerves sparking along the edges of her consciousness, and instead she shades her eyes and looks out over the lake as they approach it. ]
...You're irritated because you think this is something you could have done by yourself, aren't you. [ she ducks her head, squinting in the sunlight up at him. ] But we've been told these flowers are potent, and perhaps there needs to be two in the event that one of them falls prey to the effects of them. [ after all, why else would people be assigned partners for such a menial task?
Rey looks toward the south shore of the lake and points in the direction they're headed. ] I see them, I think. Over there - those tall willowy white ones.