It would be equally impossible for any being that was the least bit sentient to mistake Jyn as being anything other than utterly and totally overcome by ... what ... relief and the sheer joy that Cassian was breathing, watching her, talking to her ...
Anything other than as still and as silent as he'd been on the frantic return to base in the wake of Scarif.
"I am", she answered, the words a rush on a breath that could only be called shaky. Alive, but not without her own fair share of injuries. Singed, the doctors had said, her new short, choppy hair and shiny pink patches of burnt and healing skin testament to the fact that they had only made it out by the skin of their teeth.
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Date: 2018-02-13 02:53 am (UTC)Anything other than as still and as silent as he'd been on the frantic return to base in the wake of Scarif.
"I am", she answered, the words a rush on a breath that could only be called shaky. Alive, but not without her own fair share of injuries. Singed, the doctors had said, her new short, choppy hair and shiny pink patches of burnt and healing skin testament to the fact that they had only made it out by the skin of their teeth.
"You weren't, for a while. And I - "
Was inconsolable.
Didn't want to live without you.
I need you.