Finn listened raptly, nodding when he liked something in particular and asking questions when he got lost. His forte was the souls of the dead, not flowers. He didn't know much about what Rey could create but he was eager to learn more.

Eventually, the hours stretched long and he began to wonder if Poe was missing him. "I... suppose I should get going," he said reluctantly, glancing to the ground that was very far away suddenly. "I'll see you tomorrow, though?"