Rey awakened on the rock-solid mattress she had fallen asleep on after the burial. She had needed to dust it off before sleeping because it had been decades since it last saw use. It had once been Luke Skywalker's bed, back when he was living as a moisture farmer on Tatooine. Long before Rey had been born.
She sat herself up, and thinking about the matter of her birth, wondered how Palpatine had ever had a son. She stopped herself before thinking any more about the subject, because that was one train of thought she did not want to board.
Rey walked out of the old Skywalker family household, and stood around where she had buried Luke and Leia's lightsabers. She still couldn't believe Leia was gone. Though she had only known Luke for a few days, she had been training under Leia for almost a year before she passed.
Leia wasn't as skilled in the Force as her brother, for obvious reasons. But she had still been able to teach Rey quite a lot.
It was time to leave, Rey thought. Finn, Poe, and the others would be waiting for her. She had left for Tatooine rather abruptly, after all.
"BB-8!", she called, hearing a familiar whistle shortly thereafter.
The trusty astromech droid rolled over to her, as if he was waiting for her. Well, of course he was waiting for her. He was loyal and would never leave a friend's side, but he was clearly desperate to get back to the others. She couldn't blame him.
"We're going back, BB-8. Back to the others."
Rey hopped into the cockpit of Luke's old T-65 X-Wing. She had flown to Exegol in the starfighter, and now knew exactly why Luke could never part with the thing.
"Set a course for Onderon, BB-8."
The droid chirped in response.
Rey flipped a few switches and the ship lifted off the sands of Tatooine. She never wanted to go to a desert planet again, if it could be helped.