"It wasn't selfish," Jyn replied, risking a glance over at him. She was the one who'd just lain there, frozen and useless, while he pulled himself out of whatever dream he had been in. Besides, she figured it was equally as inevitable that, after the last day, with his arrival and everything it brought back up for her, she'd have had nightmares tonight too. Even though she still hated him seeing her like this, she had settled just enough back into her own skin to know that it was probably better that she didn't wake up alone.

Her mat now on the floor, she sat on top of it, knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't have the right to ask about whatever he'd dreamed, and yet: "Was it... You called out my name."