"Master Rey?" Little Yoda pushed her door open and poked his head in.

She had been so absorbed in the text she was reading that she hadn't heard his knock.

She waved him in and finished the section she was reading.

He sat on Big Yoda's stool. It was a bit of a struggle for him to get up onto it, even though it was short.

"Are you going to leave, too?"

"Do you mean like Master Yoda and Master Luke?"

He nodded.

"No. I might die, I suppose. But they are ghosts, shadows of who they used to be."

An important part of working with Little Yoda was that he needed time to think about what she said. His brilliant brain was currently working through her comments, fitting pieces into other pieces, working out an understanding for himself. And likely an accurate idea of how the current situation would effect the future.

After a long wait, where Rey was tempted to return to her book, Little Yoda slid off of the stool. "Can I show you the game?"

Rey stood and followed him outside.

"I'm good at Cloaking."

He wasn't bragging. In this he was his father's true son. The Mandalorian never boasted, though he had plenty a right to do so.

"I know you've been working hard."

"Master Yoda said I can help you if I'm good at it."

Rey froze. This again.

"It's OK, Master Rey. Master Luke said you would be mad. He said if I could prove that I'm good, I could help you."

"Help me with what?"

Little Yoda shrugged. She couldn't tell if he didn't know, or didn't want to tell her. "Will you play the game with me?"

"The search and find game?"

He nodded, and smiled. "I bet you can't find me. Papa can't."

"How high should I count?"

"Twenty."

He disappeared. She counted out loud, giving him time to hide. She looked first with her eyes, which revealed nothing. Then she searched with the Force, pressing out into the surrounding island. She methodically divided it into sections and searched each one.

"I think the only way I can find you is if I walk right into you." She hoped to draw out a giggle to give her some clue.

He became visible again, just a few paces away from her.

"I want to show you something else. Let me get Papa."

Off he ran to retrieve his father. The Mandalorian nodded to her in greeting.

"Now find me and Papa."

Rey closed her eyes again and counted to twenty.

It really was remarkable how well Little Yoda had hidden them. She stretched out every sense she had. That Little Yoda could Cloak himself made sense. But to Cloak another? That was much harder.

C-3PO approached her from over the hill on the other side of the mountain. "Master Rey! I've made some discoveries while speaking to the Caretakers. Master Rey?" He waved his arm at her.

She glanced up in time to see him trip over nothing and tumble to the ground.

"Oh, my! The rocks here are very intrusive."

Little Yoda did giggle then. He dropped the Cloaking and beamed at Rey.

"He's good at it," said the Mandalorian.

Rey wondered if he smiled under that helmet. He still hadn't brought it up, and neither had she.

"Yes, he is," said Rey. Why had Master Yoda and Master Luke taught him this?

Little Yoda approached C-3PO, and used the Force to lift him to his feet.

"Oh no," said C-3PO. "Do be careful."

"Master Jedi, may I have a word?" said the Mandalorian.

"Sure," said Rey.

Little Yoda walked back to the Razor Crest with C-3PO, apparently having asked him a question about the Caretakers. Maybe Little Yoda could figure out how to communicate with them so she didn't have to. At least he didn't tower above them.

"I am an old man," he said. "My son will still be a child after I die."

"I'm sure you have plenty of time ahead of you."

"My son talks to your Ghosts."

"Yes. They've been teaching him."

"Some of what they've been teaching him has worried him greatly. And so it has worried me."

"I'm sorry. I'm sure it wasn't their intention to worry him. I honestly don't know much about what they've been teaching him."

"They talk to him about the past and the future. He tells me. At least, he tells me his understanding of what they say."

"I see."

"Do not hesitate to involve my son in restoring what belongs to you."

Rey sighed. "I'll think about it."

"If a person takes something from you, and you are able, take it back."

If you are able. That was the kicker, right there.

"Thanks." Rey patted his arm and walked back toward C-3PO and Little Yoda.

He had hidden himself and the Mandalorian remarkably well. Even using the Force, she was unable to locate them. C-3PO had done it by pure accident.

None of the Ghosts returned. Rey finally joined Little Yoda again. He stood on a high bluff, hurling stones into the sea.

"What do Master Yoda and Master Luke want me to do?"

"I don't know. They said you will know."

"But I don't know."

"They said you would say that, too."

He hurled another rock. He cheated when it fell shy, pushing a bit of wind beneath it to boost it out over the rocks into the whitecaps.

She thought and thought, about everything that had been said to her. And when she returned to her little hut, she picked up the Jedi text that discussed twisted uses of the Force. Cautionary tales. A chill ran down her spine. The last assignment Yoda had given her was that specific section. It discussed using the dark side of the Force to take another person's life essence.

That's essentially what her grandfather had done to both of them. Taken their life essence. He had left Ben so depleted that he didn't have enough left for himself after he restored her life.

If a person takes something from you, you should take it back. The Ghosts weren't going to tell her or Ben what they were up to, because they didn't want to vastly alter and interfere with the future. But Leia had focused on that last battle with Palpatine, where Ben died. And she finally started to understand what they might be suggesting, without outright stating it. Without altering fate too much. Just a box of tools, waiting to be used in the right order.