Before she came to the barge, her support network consisted of her and no one else and it was something Rey was happy with. She didn't have to worry about anyone else, about a community. It was easy to take what Jakku threw at her, to just keep going, pushing forward, because there was no time for anything else
But there's nothing but time here, and she has learned to let people in. The problem is that the people she might have called her support network, they've all slowly filtered out, returned home whether of their own choice or vanished just like Tommy.
So she's mostly been alone, since he left. She hides the way she misses him, mourns the loss of him, because she doesn't want to talk about it. If she does she'll cry, be trapped in those feelings, and she can't stand the idea of anyone seeing her be that weak.
When she opens the door for Lark, her eyes are dry, not red or swollen. The scent of Tommy still lingers, stronger because of how much time he'd been spending there lately, though, so there's no escaping what has probably brought Lark to her doorstep.
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But there's nothing but time here, and she has learned to let people in. The problem is that the people she might have called her support network, they've all slowly filtered out, returned home whether of their own choice or vanished just like Tommy.
So she's mostly been alone, since he left. She hides the way she misses him, mourns the loss of him, because she doesn't want to talk about it. If she does she'll cry, be trapped in those feelings, and she can't stand the idea of anyone seeing her be that weak.
When she opens the door for Lark, her eyes are dry, not red or swollen. The scent of Tommy still lingers, stronger because of how much time he'd been spending there lately, though, so there's no escaping what has probably brought Lark to her doorstep.
"Come in," she says, standing back so he can.