The question was good. It was something actionable, something she could do, and which necessitated a bit of distance. Standing this close, with him looking at her like that, was dangerous, too liable to lead her to do something she shouldn't. All of this was complicated enough, in ways she wouldn't have the first idea how to begin to explain, without her muddying the waters further. She could barely sort out what was in her own head, never mind how to articulate any of it. Words had never been her strong suit, and this was unprecedented and unpredictable.

"Of course," Jyn said, soft. Even that wasn't as simple as it sounded, but she was the one who'd suggested it, invited him in, regardless of whether or not it was wise to do so. She knew what he'd just been through, after all. She'd been through it, too. Maybe she had a hell of a lot more distance from it now than he did, but she had carried Scarif with her every day since. Some part of her, she felt, might always be there.

She cleared her throat, made herself take a step back, although her fingers, unbidden, found his as she did and curled around them, seeking the reassurance that he was still there and this was real. "Come on. Come in."