Good. So she was awake after all. Perhaps it meant all of this would go well... though he's careful not to set his expectations too high.

I'll be waiting, comes his simple response.

Whenever Rey heads to the park, she'll find Ren waiting at one of the picnic tables scattered around, wearing his typical sort of Verens garb and with a couple of boxes set in front of him, hands folded as he stares out across the grass and trees. He's certainly grateful for his reputation, because it means that for the most part the natives give him a wide berth—and as a result, a fair amount of privacy.