Reaching through the Force is like wakening a limb long left numb, and even following Luke's guidance it comes close to overwhelming her with sensation, the pulse of living beings breathing and the sharp remains of creatures long dead and something that, for a fleeting and aching moment, almost feels like Alderaan.

When she opens her eyes, Luke is still holding onto her hand, his head cocked and an unspoken question between them.

"All right, I'll train," she says, "but I'm not calling you Master."