She took her bowl with both hands but barely paid any attention at the food offered, despite of how starved he felt at the moment. Her gaze were stuck on the old Jedi, brows furrowed with clear disappointment.

"Then come with me. Teach me and come see what the First Order is doing out there." She wouldn't ask him to get involved. But surely if he saw it with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to refuse.

"I need a teacher." Kylo Ren's words seem to echo her own in Rey's own mind. She placed the bowl of stew down on the floor, aside. Her hand came to Skywalker's knee.

"I didn't travel across the galaxy to leave empty handed. I can't do this on my own. Master Skywalker, I'll do anything, without argument. I need a teacher."