If he dreamt, now, it was of her: holding her into a deeper, healing sleep.

He woke gently to light streaming in from the high, narrow windows.

And it wasn't a dream. Sometime in the night, Jyn had rolled in to him, curling into his arms. They lay softly together, unurgent, breathing together.

Cassian's arm had fallen asleep and he didn't care. He wouldn't disturb her for anything.

Usually, once Cassian woke up, he got up. Now, he closed his eyes back into her hair and matched his breath to hers.

They were back on the beach, but there was no sorrow now, no doom; no light coming for them; just themselves become oceanic.