The Jedi Order had a long, fascinating, messy history. Reading through the ancient books and scrolls she'd taken from Ahch-To, Rey was glad she hadn't left them behind. It would have been a shame for their knowledge to have been lost to the world forever.
She could certainly understand Luke's criticisms of the Jedi and even had some of her own. Some of their actions over the centuries seemed misguided, and she couldn't wrap her head around the idea of foregoing family and romantic love.
Attachments were what brought people together. She'd seen what life was like with them and without them, and she was far stronger now she had friends she cared about than she had been when she was alone.
Perhaps she would think differently when she'd finished reading the texts, but she doubted it. So far, the more she read, the more fallible they seemed. The Jedi weren't a perfect group; they had their faults, the same as anyone, except theirs were magnified by the power and influence they possessed.
But while Rey recognised their flaws, she also saw the value in their teachings. The key precepts of peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony and the Force were worthy aims, and she appreciated the focus on fairness and compassion. There was always going to be evil to confront and people to protect; so too did there have to be people to fight them.
If one thing was clear, it was that the Jedi line couldn't end with her. When the war was over, she had to find a way to reform these traditions and share them with a new generation of Force-wielders.
A knock on the door disrupted her thinking. Tucking the book away in the box beneath her bed, she crossed the room and opened the door.
Poe, Finn and Rose were standing at the threshold, dressed in garishly bright, outlandish clothes. Their arms were slung comfortably around one another's shoulders, and from his spot at one end, Finn was holding up a datapad.
As strange as the sight was, it wasn't the weirdest thing about the scene.
No, the weirdest thing was how the moment Rey opened the door, they all burst into song. There was no music, but that didn't seem to phase them in the slightest.
They weren't actually that bad. Finn and Rose both had decent voices, while Poe was an excellent singer, his voice calm and soothing.
By the time they finished three songs, Rey was laughing. 'What are you doing?'
'Wassailing,' Rose replied. 'We were hoping you'd join us.'
'You're assuming I can even sing.'
'Not precisely,' Poe said. 'I might have mentioned that time I overheard you singing.'
Rey raised an eyebrow. 'Might have?'
He grinned unapologetically.
It was tempting, but… 'I won't know any of the songs.'
Finn turned the datapad around to reveal sheet music. 'That's what this is for.'
She hesitated.
Rose pulled a brightly-coloured jumper from her bag. 'I brought you something to wear.'
The texts could wait another day or two. Rebuilding the Jedi Order would take time; besides, hadn't she just been thinking about the importance of attachments and community, and how she was stronger with her friends than without them?
Rey took the jumper and pulled it over her head. 'I'm in. Let's go.'
A/N: Prompt: wassailing