Finn raised and opened the umbrella that hadn't been in his hands mere moments ago, but the mortal wouldn't notice that. They didn't notice much these days. Though the rain didn't seem to touch him either, he certainly didn't want Rey getting soaked. What if she got sick? Could she get sick? Would she always be somewhat mortal in that way?

He pushed his fears to the side for another day.

Poe was right. He could still feel their worshippers here, just like he used to be able to nearly everywhere he stepped before. The familiarity of that and Rey's arm in his was almost too overwhelming. "You know, this place is beautiful." It was something about the hustle and the people and architecture and the achievements- It was something about it.

"What did you do for fun when you were younger? Did you walk down this street just like we are now?"