Rey flushes even pinker at the accusation. She couldn't deny that she had been, and that she still cared about him after everything. She's too tired to even try to come up with a good reason that she ought to be.

"When I felt your grandfather come back into the Force, and your own reaction, I thought -- I'd only felt one person with that much Dark in him."

She stares down at her hands, not wanting to relive any of what she'd felt. The way all the blood had drained from her face and she'd flat out ran before she could form anything resembling coherent thought. She didn't even have her lightsaber, so what she'd even been planning to do is anyone's guess.

"I thought. If Snoke could come here. I didn't want you to face him alone."