Jyn hardly knew what to say to that, or, at least, where to start. Even at the best of times, putting her feelings into words was not something that came naturally to her, and right now, with her heart still racing from the dream she'd had and Cassian's presence leaving her so thoroughly confused, was not the best of times. She wanted, on some instinctive level, not to say anything at all, just to roll closer to him and curl up against his side. That wouldn't have been fair, though. Nothing was clear enough for that, even after all he'd just said.

She focused instead on his hand in hers, grateful for that one small point of contact. There was some kind of metaphor to it, that maybe she couldn't have what she'd had before, but that wouldn't make her appreciate any less what she did have. And whatever else happened, there was something here. He'd just said it himself: that friendship, with that trust.

That, at least, gave her a thought, and reminded her that they were, in a way, starting over. There were things she'd said before that she would probably have to say again, which did actually give her a place to start.

"I'm not always... good at saying what I'm thinking or feeling," she told him. There was, of course, one constant, I love you still lurking somewhere, buried deep but too true to ignore, but that wasn't hers to offer now. "Not used to it, I guess. Even now. But." She bit her lip again. "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you, either. And that goes back before this place. I've missed that, too. Anything I haven't said... It's not because I don't trust you."