Luke was fairly certain there wasn't anyone else -- not anyone trained and who still considered themselves Jedi anyway. There were a few still around, no doubt. People like Obi-Wan or Yoda in exile and hiding. But there was no one like Luke. It was strange how that much expectation some both a lot of pressure but also so much easier too. Luke had only his own shadow at this point, no one to compare himself to no matter who his father had been.
He'd never heard this whole story before, even if he'd gotten snippets and shared moments from Grogu himself. Din had been more closed off about it - perhaps because of the way time worked in this place. But Luke was glad to know he'd shown up when he was needed. "I can only imagine you did some of the work," he said almost teasingly. Like opening a jar after someone else had been trying at it for a while. But he appreciated knowing, too. "I'm sorry you were ever put in a situation like that, but it's good you were protecting him. My master and teacher - Yoda - was the same species as Grogu. It surprised me a little to see him for the first time." It wasn't the same kind of admission but Luke wondered a little if he'd said anything at the time.
The woods ended and then there was grass for a bit, before sand -- pier and boat dock there. It was easier to get to straight from the hotel but the long way around was nice to. "There's a boat there, nothing big, but it has oars," Luke said, like it was a secret. "It's nice to row out a bit and let things be quiet sometimes."