Rey gives him a grim smile, pushing away from the stone doorway and moving to crouch down in front of Obi-Wan's wheelchair, reaching out to take his hands, squeezing gently.

"I know. I lived my life in despair, this is much easier." Her smile warms a little for him, because while she had been used to the loneliness, having him around made everything a little less lonely. If she'd lost Obi-Wan, despair may very well have taken over, but as long as he survives, it's held at bay. Squaring her shoulders up a little she attempts to shift the mood. "Have you eaten? I saw Yngvi today and he gave me half a nug's worth of meat."