Finn's reaction made Rey looked down for a moment, wondering if anything she could do for them would be useful. Doubting herself and the power she had, if it was worthwhile, but she had to try right?

"If that's okay?" she replied, looking back at him. "I don't want to overstep bounds. I'd like to help though, in anyway I can." Even if it meant little flowers, or small fields for them to roam through as they made their way to the river. Something that could help the transition?

"Flowers are a start. We could figure out what would be best, try different things." Finn could give her ideas and she could bring them to life, so to speak. Something calming and tranquil. Maybe nothing bright, but soft and soothing.

Her gaze fell back to the river, looking down at the resting souls, making her wonder what sort of life they lead. What hardships they endured, and if they passed away in a peaceful manner. Mortals could be as cruel as the gods themselves, but Rey hoped in death, they experienced more kindness than fear.

"What you do...it's important, Finn. It's beautiful and important." Which made her wonder why the others would ever view him as less than them.