Rey waited for the next few days for Ben to return, but he didn't. She knew he'd been sad after they last spoke, but he didn't seem like the type to mope. Thankfully, that accursed dream hadn't returned, either. 

Big Yoda came, instead.

"Rey Skywalker, greetings," he said.

He stood outside of her door and waited for her to open it. It hadn't really occurred to her until now that these Force Ghosts could pop up where ever and whenever they liked. Maybe next time she'd be taking a bath and Yoda would just appear. That would be awkward. 

She opened the door for him, and he entered, taking his place on the short stool. She sat on her cot and faced him.

"Doing well, you are, mhm," said Yoda. He motioned to the book she was translating. It was about two-thirds of the way done, without another mention of the Force Bond. 

"Is Ben OK?"

Yoda smiled. "Struggling, he is. Forced him to face his past, you did."

"I didn't mean for it to be harmful. I just needed to know."

"Why?"

"It seemed like if I didn't fully know the extent of what he did, I wouldn't be able to understand him. I'm not holding it against him, I know the portal or whatever it is does that. I just had to know. Not knowing allowed too much opportunity for my imagination. I knew he was terrible. He was terrible to me. But some things I'm not sure if I could forgive, no matter what I..." she trailed off, knowing she had said way too much. Yoda didn't need to know she was in love with a ghost. She didn't want him to think she had caved under pressure already.

"Mhm. I understand."

"Can I show you something?"

Yoda nodded, and she led him out of her hut and toward the Razor Crest. She motioned for him to stay put, and knocked on the side of the ship. The Mandalorian met her at the top of the ramp. 

"Can I borrow your son for a little training?"

She waited while he fetched Little Yoda. The Mandalorian had decided they would reside in his ship. Though she thought it unlikely any enemies would come to Ahch-To, it was safer than one of the huts. Little Yoda joined her, and they walked down the ramp, his Darksaber in hand. He'd been trying to convince her to teach him to fight with it, but he was too small for her to figure out the mechanics for him. It was dangerous, and Rey couldn't risk hurting the most likely, and at the moment, only candidate she had to continue the Order when she was gone. 

Little Yoda walked right up to Big Yoda and stood in front of him. They stared at each other. Big Yoda's eyes had gone very wide, so wide she could see whites all around his irises. Rey stood behind Little Yoda. 

"This boy came with the Mandalorian," said Rey. "He has use of the Force. They were looking for his people. The Mandalorian seems to think the Jedi are his people, not those of his species."

"A clone, he is not," said Big Yoda. He narrowed his eyes and inspected the boy. "How old are you?"

"Seventy-seven," said Little Yoda.

Big Yoda's face scrunched up in concentration, his brows drawn tight together. Then he pointed to Little Yoda's lightsaber. "Show me."

The boy obediently activated the blade. Rey still didn't understand the Darksaber. She had never seen or heard of a black one. And it was much shorter than hers.

"Vizsla's saber," said Big Yoda. 

"Who's that?" asked Rey.

"The first Mandalorian to join the Jedi," said Big Yoda. "Create this, he did. Wielded by dark and light both, it has been."

"Is it safe?" asked Rey. 

Little Yoda looked up at her. She wasn't sure he'd give up that blade if she asked, and she didn't know if she had the heart, or the power, to take it away. 

"A tool, it is," said Big Yoda. "No more. It is safe, depending on the wielder. Teach him, you will?"

"I've been trying," said Rey, at the same time Little Yoda said, "She is my teacher."

Rey and Little Yoda looked at each other, and he smiled. He was so adorable. She'd never really thought of herself as mother material, but she enjoyed the prospect of mentoring little ones. 

"I don't know how to teach lightsaber use," said Rey. "And he's so much smaller than me."

"Teach you, Ben will," said Yoda.

If he ever comes back. She kept that to herself. She had no idea what was happening on the other side. Ben might just be busy. 

The similarities between Big Yoda and Little Yoda were striking. Little Yoda hadn't grown into his ears yet, which seemed to be adult sized even now. Rey had heard and read plenty of stories about Master Yoda. He had been one of the strongest Force users in the galaxy, ever. 

"Talk to Rey, I must," said Big Yoda to Little Yoda. "A pleasure to meet you, it was."

The boy understood the dismissal, and retreated back into the Razor Crest. Rey followed Yoda into her hut. He sat on his stool, and didn't say anything more. After the silence became uncomfortable, Rey decided to just outright ask him.

"Master Yoda? Is he kin?"

That was as benign a phrasing as she could construct. It left room for many options other than a child, and didn't sound accusatory. She hoped.

"Very few of us, there are," said Yoda. "Calculating, I have been. Hm. Mmmmm." 

Rey let him think. He didn't seem anxious. 

"Like me, he is. Similar in the Force, we are. Tell me about him."

Rey shared what little she knew about Little Yoda. Master Yoda was surprised by the child's use of the Force Choke, and his budding skills. 

"If he is my child, you are wondering."

Her cheeks turned pink. "It had crossed my mind."