She'd always loved seeing him smile like that, the way it softened all of his features and made him look younger, less burdened. Through heavy-lidded eyes, Jyn watched him until she couldn't anymore, hand clasping his, her own words again echoing in her head, please stay please stay please stay.
The last conscious thought she had was hoping he would still be there in the morning. It had been a while since she'd really let herself hope for anything.
This time, as she slept, she didn't dream, or at least wasn't aware of doing so.
When, at last, she began to awaken again, it was a gradual thing, all sensation and no thought. She was warm all over — her head on a shoulder, an arm around her, curled beside another body, and, oh, she'd missed this so much. Home, the semi-aware part of her mind provided. She was finally, finally home. With a quiet, contented hum, she mindlessly shifted a little closer, not yet ready to open her eyes or be anywhere but here.
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The last conscious thought she had was hoping he would still be there in the morning. It had been a while since she'd really let herself hope for anything.
This time, as she slept, she didn't dream, or at least wasn't aware of doing so.
When, at last, she began to awaken again, it was a gradual thing, all sensation and no thought. She was warm all over — her head on a shoulder, an arm around her, curled beside another body, and, oh, she'd missed this so much. Home, the semi-aware part of her mind provided. She was finally, finally home. With a quiet, contented hum, she mindlessly shifted a little closer, not yet ready to open her eyes or be anywhere but here.