Sword, Ben notices - has already noticed in fact - not a lightsaber. While she was asleep he had a long thought himself and has elected to keep his own locked away. If he needs to protect her from herself... he'll improvise.

He ladles out a bowl of stew for her and one for himself before taking a seat at the table with her.

"How old were you when you went there?"

He's genuinely curious now - he's never researched the old Sith Empire at all and has no idea how they recruited acolytes.