Rey saw that soft smile. She found it made him a little more handsome? Or maybe it made him more approachable. Yes, maybe that was it. He wasn’t as big and unapproachable when he smiled. More caring....kind even. But Rey was going off of what she sensed, Finn still had plenty of time to prove her mother was right; that others would only use her.

“But you allow for life to exist.” Which was true. There couldn’t be life without death. Life fed into death, and death fed into life. It was a never ending cycle, that much the young goddess knew.

“I....just think of it? I guess?” She tried to explain, looking over her creation again.

“I wanted it to have a slender trunk and branches. Something feminine, whimsical even. Different flowers that cascaded downward from the top...” she began to weave her hands about, drawing what she wanted out of thin air. The shrub started to grow taller, becoming what Rey envisioned little by little until it was a miniature willow tree with flowers in bloom.

“Ohh, that worked out better than I thought.”