"I don't want to keep you up," Jyn says, suddenly self-conscious. This whole thing is stupid. She's made it through hard nights on her own before, and maybe none have been quite like this, but she should be able to do so again now. For years, she's had to make a habit out of not counting on other people; they've always fallen short, always left her on her own when she's tried. It's got to be just a few hours now until the sun comes up, and she should let him try to get some rest, even if that means all she does is continue staring at the ceiling for a few hours, trying to keep her breathing even and her heart beating at a normal speed.

Finally, she steals a glance over, just about able to make out Cassian's silhouette in the dark, a small measure of comfort in that, just as much as there has been in hearing his voice. He's not gone, he's here and safe; she just needs to remind herself of that. With that in mind, it's hard not to think of when she first found him earlier, staying as close as she could for as long as she could, needing to be assured of his presence.

The next breath she draws in is a slightly more tremulous one, her voice a little smaller when she continues. She still doesn't quite answer his question of whether or not she wants to find something to watch, thinking that's an option better left to him. Instead, requiring far more bravery than it probably should, she asks, "Can I come over there?"

She doesn't need long. Just a moment, something to pull her back, ground her in the present again. She hates herself a little for it, but it's easy enough to try to rationalize. It's not her needing him or depending on him or anything like that, it's just making the most of what's here, taking advantage of already being in the same room and both being awake, resourceful in its own strange way.