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By the time she leaves Lincoln, Jyn is a little dazed, her head spinning as she makes her way towards the edge of the city and back to the house. It is, in all fairness, a lot to take in. He's left her with a lot to think about. He would have even if she hadn't already said yes — something that she can't help wondering about, in retrospect, if it was the right decision after all — but she has, which means she also has to figure out how she's even going to do this. She doubts she'll ever be organized enough for lesson plans or anything like that, but she ought to at least have some sort of approach in mind.

Of course, every time she thinks that, she also goes back to thinking that she's crazy, that there's absolutely no way she could possibly teach children even just how to fight, so it's probably better that she stop trying to consider it on her own. She'd want to tell Cassian anyway. Something like this, she couldn't just keep to herself, and though she suspects he might be somewhat biased in the matter, always seeming to be willing to see her as better than she is, maybe he'll be able to help, or at least talk a little sense into her. If there's anyone who'll get it, it's him. He was brought up as a soldier, too.

"I'm home," she calls when she opens the door, quickly closing it behind her so she can crouch and pet Sprinkles, who's already come running over, the little dog eagerly jumping up against her. "Cassian, you in?"