Her breath caught at his words, felt more than heard with the way she was curled beside him. There was no lurch to it, no discomfort, just quiet surprise, pulling her a little further into consciousness. With that came memory — yes, he was here, yes, this was real, not dream or imagination. The nightmare she'd had, and falling asleep on the floor beside him, her hand in his. They hadn't been this close then. She must have done that in her sleep, a fact which made her face feel hot with embarrassment.

He wasn't pulling away or trying to dislodge her, though. Jyn wasn't yet nearly alert enough to decipher what that might have meant, but it did stop her from jerking back as she might otherwise have done in her self-consciousness. To do so would probably have given entirely the wrong impression anyway. She had her wits about her just enough to know that she wouldn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong here when she was the one who'd unknowingly encroached on his space.

"Morning," she echoed, her voice still rough with sleep. For just a few moments longer, she could savor this. There couldn't be any real harm in that — at least, not to anyone but herself.