If only it were that simple. If only anything were. Jyn knew he probably meant in the short term — getting food together, taking care of these small, basic necessities, although food and shower and shelter were things she would never be inclined to take for granted with how frequently she'd gone without them — because he didn't, couldn't know how much bigger this was. There was no help for that, which wasn't at all his fault. It just was.

At least it meant he was here, and alive. His presence was unquestionably a good thing, far better than the alternative. Selfish as Jyn might have known herself to be, she wasn't so hung up in her confusion as to have any doubts about that. If she hadn't been stupid enough to let herself fall for him — as if she'd had any choice in the matter — then that could have been the beginning and the end of it.

Instead, he touched her shoulder, and she tried to hide the way her breath caught. "Of course," she promised. "I will." She made herself turn and start walking again, though not without glancing over at him, a ghost of a smile in the curve of her mouth. "But I think I can handle getting some food together."