Ben's first thought was that it was somehow some kind of Force-related business. He was tired of discussing the Force with most people, but he was getting used to it being inescapable. At least with Rey and Poe he could get snarky about it. Then, as he reached out through the Force, he didn't sense the usual emotions his mother had regarding the Jedi, training or other such topics, and that was a relief in and of itself.

He arrived late in the evening, after Rey and Poe had demanded he sit down and actually eat. It would be a stretch to say he enjoyed trying to force down meals more regularly, but he managed, with their help. He looked better these days; better rested, better fed, and less angry, even if he arrived wearing one of Poe's jackets because they were starting to swap clothes at this point due to sheer carelessness.

He knocked on the door to his mother's quarters, confused and intrigued. "Mother? You wished to see me?"