Dolores could see the conflict in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. She'd never had that sort of faith in any one thing, especially not something like the Force, which she still wasn't entirely sure she understood. But she knew how important Obi-Wan's faith and duty were to him, and she could understand what it felt like to have something she thought you knew shaken and pulled out from underneath her. She was running out of comforting words, but she gave his hand another squeeze.
"I lived my whole life believin' things were one way, and when I got here... it turned out almost nothin' I believed was true." That probably wasn't what Obi-Wan wanted to hear, but it was true, and her next point was more important. "That doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's just... different."
But different wasn't always easy. After reading her books, even now that she was talking with Obi-Wan, she still felt different. Obi-Wan was her friend, but there was some part of the back of her mind that insisted he wasn't. He was different. He was one of them. He was warm, alive, and torn up about the state of the world, and his faith, and a voice in the back of her mind told her she should hate him for it.
It wasn't her voice, though. It was Wyatt's. Which was her voice, but when she was talking with Obi-Wan, it was a voice, and they were thoughts, that she wanted to ignore. It was her choice to ignore them, a conscious effort that kept her expression kind rather than cold, sympathetic rather than uncaring.
"I'm sorry I can't be more helpful," she said with a sincere, sympathetic smile. "But I will read your book." After one more squeeze, she pulled his hand off of his. "Do you want to read that alone?" She nodded to Luke's book. "I wasn't plannin' on goin' anywhere. And now I have more readin' to do."
And truth be told, she needed to read something else to get rid of the confusing cloud of thoughts and emotions still swirling in her head.