It had been so easy. Reaching for what Creation gave her and using it. Keeping herself together when that spear hit, yes, okay, that had been hard, but the Force had never consistently responded with such readiness, such eager joy, as that had.

"Is that what it's like to be strong? Like everything you need is laid out inside your grasp?" She's using a metaphor that would be most familiar to someone working in Repair, where laying out all the most likely tools within arm's reach, or tail's reach these days, can help save time. Scout lets out a breath and shakes her head. "I guess I should say it was wonderful, but it wasn't me."