She stumbled a bit when she was pulled up- that lone was more than enough to make her want to swear. It was stupid, what she had been doing. Reckless. Making a ruin of herself by pushing too hard. It was banished in a heartbeat by a pulse of warmth she didn't have the time to process. The pain was present, then it was gone. The mild swelling of her joints and the burn in her ankle was no more. It shoved her out of her own thoughts, though she was aware enough to listen to what Luke told her.

"I. What?" Being friends with him was one thing that she could, in some strange possible future, believe to a point. Maybe. A little. One day. But family? Before she could come up with anything remotely coherent to offer in reply he hugged her.

Luke Skywalker was hugging her.

The most coherent thing to come out of her was a muted, and somewhat muffled, squeak.