"Not under the ship," Jyn responded wryly, any teasing bite in the words likely nullified by that stupid fond instinct winning out again. Before she could think twice or come to her kriffing senses about it, she slid her arm around him, not unlike the way she'd supported his weight as they staggered to the elevator and out onto the beach on Scarif. This time, mercifully, there were no broken bones or other internal injuries, and it probably wasn't strictly necessary, but he was tired and she was selfish, and more than likely the only person she would be hurting was herself, anyway.

"Sleeping quarters're this way."