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There aren't many of them left now who come from the same galaxy, a fact that's strange to consider on several different fronts. Mostly it's that with as far-reaching as that galaxy is, it shouldn't be anything that people have in common at all; rather, it should go without saying. While she's been here, though, Jyn has come to find it significant. Sometimes she's wound up gravitating to those people, and other times it's been more off-putting than anything else, but it matters all the same. She thinks that might be even truer now that there are so few of them, and ones she's all grown fond of, in her way.

Some of the others who've been there and then gone are never really far from her mind, but she tries her best to keep those thoughts buried, just like she does with so much else. Dwelling on those losses never does any good.

Instead, she focuses on taking care of her ship and her garden, both easier now that her shoulder is well healed from last October. It's a good thing, too, when the heat means her plants require more attention than usual. The sun bears down on the back of her neck as she kneels in the dirt, pulled from her work only when she sees a blur of movement in her peripheral vision that means someone's approaching.

Or several someones, as the case may be, Jyn's instinctive smile for Anakin widening when she sees that he has the twins with him. "Hey, you lot," she says. "Staying cool, I hope?"