Sitting at the empty, adjacent table, Jyn tried not to watch him too overtly. It was hard to do anything else, though — to study each line and angle and movement, all things that were once as familiar to her as air in her lungs. Now, instead, they made her feel like she couldn't breathe, though it wasn't a wholly unpleasant breathlessness. Whether it was because he sensed Jyn's turmoil or simply because he wanted attention (but probably the latter), Beany took pity on her and hopped up into her lap, giving her at least a partial distraction as she sat and watched and tried not to watch.

Soon enough, when Cassian stood, so did Jyn, picking up the cat and setting him down on the chair as she did so. "Don't be sorry," she said, shaking her head. "You sit. I've got it." She reached out to take the bowl from him, her voice gentle but insistent. He may have been healed now, a fact for which she was unspeakably grateful, but she still knew what the last few days, few hours had entailed for him. It was no wonder he was feeling some of that now.