"Why would you call out to a sandworm?" He watched how she slipped into habits that must have developed on this world. "I thought you said they were territorial. I thought that they might kill people who disturb them."

On instinct--or perhaps a nudge from the Force, he could rarely tell the two apart anymore--Luke stretched out on the warm rock, folding his hands behind his head and feeling the suit shifting against his skin. It seemed to normalize the temperature of the rock, even though he knew none of their surroundings were real. If he thought about it, he could feel smooth floor under him--but it was so much more relaxing to think that he was on a shelf of rock in a place that reminded him greatly of Tatooine.