You're not weak. [He says it with a smile, because the very suggestion is laughable to him. He never would have thought her weak before this, she was too clever, too curious, and now? After she leapt at the chance to put herself at risk in the process of helping others.]

And I don't think of you differently, if that's what you mean. [Luke comes from a galaxy of thousands of scattered worlds, each with their own standard for normalcy. Every culture is different, every planet is different, with different needs and wants. He'd figured that scar on her cheek had come from somewhere, but it hadn't been his place to ask.]

And if you're different, well, there was a giant droid asking about going on dates the other day. You're no more different from anybody else I know.