Rey casts a wary glance at Kylo, whose words do very little to take away the feeling of apprehension she'd entered the room with. It's the strangest thing to feel as though Vader is actually concerned for her, and she's not inclined to trust that there's no deception behind it, or some motive she doesn't yet understand. But they hadn't been speaking for her benefit when she'd overheard.

She moves to the seat that Vader's constructed for her -- feeling the odd urge to remind him that he was meant to be resting, and that she was perfectly capable of getting a chair from the other room -- before aggressively shoving that concern down with the rest of the mess of conflicting emotions she's already trying not to dwell upon.

"All right. I'm listening."