Jyn watched him. It was becoming a habit, her doing so, and one she was powerless to stop. In part, it was disbelief at his being here at all, needing to see him to convince herself that he was here and this was real. Beyond that, though, it was so good to see him at ease like this, especially here in this space that had become her own. She was trying, for her own sake as much as his, not to contrast the past and the present. All of that was so long ago for her now anyway. But the occasional thought still slipped through, and this one didn't seem too unfair: that she'd always gone to him before, letting herself into his apartment, crawling into his bed. For him to be here now, slotting neatly into the life she'd cobbled back together for herself—

Well. It was nice, was all, to see him relaxed and content. It would have been regardless of the circumstances.

"You can leave the dishes, I'll take care of them later," she said. "Least I can do, since you cooked. Thanks for that."