Anakin leans over.

Her emotions are still swamped with grief, but... There's a calmness to them, now. A determination.

Rey sends her all the love and affection she's feeling. It's as natural as breathing now.

"You're - good," she says, quietly.

"I have a great teacher."

"And I a great student."

Anakin steps up Rey's training. Keeps her using the light side - or whatever side Anakin uses when she brims with love - while easing her into right enough control she should survive using the dark.

Slowly, Anakin opens up about her own history.

She was Darth Vader, once, a name even Rey will have heard. Her son - Luke Skywalker - is good and brilliant and kind, and Anakin worries about how he's gone into exile, and he broke the numb shell she'd wrapped herself in, reminded her who she is, and she gladly died for him, and he stayed with her as her injuries took her -

He's good and forgiving and kind.

Leia is less forgiving, less kind, but no less brilliant, no less amazing.

(Rey's dream friend starts shutting her out or lashing out at her. Anakin teaches her more through, more subtle shields. More control of her own mind. It's hard work. It's probably needed.)

Anakin also teaches her the basics of lightsaber combat, though she bemoans the current scarcity of lightsaber crystals that means Rey might have a hard time making her own even once they're off planet.

Anakin is a good, knowledgable teacher. The days and then years can be kept quite full.

Rey could probably leave pretty easily. Unkar Plutt gets in a good quality ship; Anakin laughs a bit hysterically when she identifies it as the Millenium Falcon, and gets it put under Rey's purview to fix.

But... Anakin has a feeling.

She thinks they're needed here.