Hours. She's known him hours and knows in her soul that he's telling her the truth. That there's no feasible way she can simply turn her back on him and what they share and still be a whole person by herself. That whatever this dyad is that he's speaking of? He's part of her forever. She doesn't know why or how or what the Force is, but it's here and it's them and she doesn't want to fight.

Fingertips come up to his face, not to object to how close he is, but to stroke the side of his face in encouragement. A small tip of her head and her lips brush against his before she whispers back, "I feel you everywhere and I don't want that to stop. I don't want to let that go." Her other hand comes up so she's cupping his face and she feels the ache in her chest. "I can't, as much as it goes against everything you've said the Jedi are allowed, I can't."