He hadn't been doing anything in particular before. His thoughts had been occupied for a while by the grief coming from both her and his grandfather and what it might mean. Her message had only served to confirm it.

But he nods regardless, and decides to give her some space. For the next several minutes, he moves around the small apartment kitchen, washing and putting away what little is currently out of place. When he returns, it's with a plate containing the latest thing he'd found in the market to have on hand for Rey to try, which happens to be cookies made with bits of some dried fruit he's not actually familiar with. Silently, he sets it down on the small table beside Rey's edge of the sofa.