Force healing requires enough empathy for the recipient to allow the transfer of energy to do what it's meant to, which means Rey can't focus on how she feels about Vader. But Anakin Skywalker had been a galactic hero, a Jedi Knight. The man in front of her cared about his children and grandson; that's more than her own parents had done, as far as she's aware. It's enough to put her in the right frame of mind to begin, and she returns Kylo's nod with one of her own, acknowledging -- something. That this was for him, perhaps, more than it was for Vader. That she'd help even if they couldn't see eye to eye.
As for the rest of it -- Rey tries not to stare as she gingerly approaches, though the extent of Vader's old injuries is such that she very nearly asks him how he's even alive to begin with. It's not difficult to feel compassion for someone who's spent a large chunk of their life in the kind of pain these injuries must've caused. For a moment there's a flicker of regret that all she can offer is a speedier healing of whatever he'd done to himself today.
She perches herself lightly next to Vader, still fighting her own instinct to maintain a distance between herself and a threat. But he's not a threat to her this instant. Maybe there's enough honor left in him that this means he won't be anytime soon.
"This shouldn't take long. If you're ready?"
She's fairly certain Vader being aligned with the Dark shouldn't cause any problems, but she still is a little hesitant of flooding his senses with Light energy without ample warning. It shouldn't hurt, but she has to wonder if the Light feels as strange and wrong to him as so much Dark feels to her.
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As for the rest of it -- Rey tries not to stare as she gingerly approaches, though the extent of Vader's old injuries is such that she very nearly asks him how he's even alive to begin with. It's not difficult to feel compassion for someone who's spent a large chunk of their life in the kind of pain these injuries must've caused. For a moment there's a flicker of regret that all she can offer is a speedier healing of whatever he'd done to himself today.
She perches herself lightly next to Vader, still fighting her own instinct to maintain a distance between herself and a threat. But he's not a threat to her this instant. Maybe there's enough honor left in him that this means he won't be anytime soon.
"This shouldn't take long. If you're ready?"
She's fairly certain Vader being aligned with the Dark shouldn't cause any problems, but she still is a little hesitant of flooding his senses with Light energy without ample warning. It shouldn't hurt, but she has to wonder if the Light feels as strange and wrong to him as so much Dark feels to her.