[ maybe jyn is grumpy from pain and the admittedly mild discomfort from the disinfectant was the straw that broke the bantha's back. who knows what caused the crack, but tears are pooling in her eyes before she realizes and she lifts her hand to smack cassian's hand away from her face, only to barrel forward and curl her arms around him, burying her face against his tee shirt.
it smells like him -- dirt and laundry powder and soap -- and it grounds her in the present. she isn't crying, not really, emotions leaking out because there were too many and they needed to escape. she feels the press of her mother's crystal through his shirt, call feel the warmth of it through the fabric, and it steadies her some, though it may be having cassian's arms around her. ]
I'm tired. [ it's not emotions, it's exhaustion. that is what she is going with. ]
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[ maybe jyn is grumpy from pain and the admittedly mild discomfort from the disinfectant was the straw that broke the bantha's back. who knows what caused the crack, but tears are pooling in her eyes before she realizes and she lifts her hand to smack cassian's hand away from her face, only to barrel forward and curl her arms around him, burying her face against his tee shirt.
it smells like him -- dirt and laundry powder and soap -- and it grounds her in the present. she isn't crying, not really, emotions leaking out because there were too many and they needed to escape. she feels the press of her mother's crystal through his shirt, call feel the warmth of it through the fabric, and it steadies her some, though it may be having cassian's arms around her. ]
I'm tired. [ it's not emotions, it's exhaustion. that is what she is going with. ]