The touch of Rey's hand against hers startles Elleru slightly, her humming coming to an end with an inquisitive hm? as though to ask what it is Rey wants. She lets Rey guide her hand across her scars; from there, Elleru traces Rey's marred skin with her fingertips, mentally mapping out each one while reveling in the trust she's being shown. She hasn't known Rey terribly long, but she knows plenty well how closed off Rey can be when it comes to contact like this.

She smiles widely to herself, feeling truly special to have such a gift before her. Rey even called her song beautiful -- surely that is all she meant by that.

"It has been a long time since I sang," she admits. "I hope I am not rusted."