you pull me out of the dark and now it's light

Last year, Jyn hadn't known what Christmas was, but she'd thrown herself into the holiday wholeheartedly. They'd been newly moved into their house, she and Cassian and Bodhi, and limited as her understanding might have been, she'd still been captivated by the lights and the decorations and the general spirit of the occasion, going all out with decorating and the like. This year, whatever she was feeling then, she hasn't come close to it now. The past month or so, she's started to find herself on steadier ground, but there's still so much hanging overhead, or it feels like there is. She's barely begun to deal with the fact of her father being here and what that means and what she's doing to do about it. She and Cassian are doing better than they were, and at least he's not dying, but a part of her has become too primed to expect the worst, and it's been hard sometimes to shake that off.

She's still put up a tree and lights and other various decorations, wrapped presents and the like. Her heart just isn't in it so much this time around. At least she's making an effort, though, and at least for the time being, things feel somewhat close to normal, with the cat gently batting at a low-hanging ornament and the porg eating a stray piece of wrapping paper both in her field of vision where she's sitting on the couch. She almost doesn't want to know what Sprinkles is off getting up to.

"Do you want to cook?" she asks, looking up at Cassian. "Or find somewhere that will deliver for dinner?" Maybe she should have invited people over. Her father, or their friends, or something. This feels easier, though. They ought to get to have something nice, after everything that's happened lately.