Still, all of this was so surreal. Time passed almost in a haze, with Jyn intermittently trying to retain every detail and getting lost in her own thoughts. She ate, always hungry, and put away the few things she'd picked up for around the ship, but all the while she was thinking about him and what this meant and what might happen next. She didn't know any of it; all she did know was it wasn't something she would be able to figure out anytime soon.

That wasn't nothing, though. She hadn't pretended otherwise, either, or at least she hoped she hadn't. Anyway, he was here, and that was the most important thing. Everything else could follow that, if they had time. More and more, she hoped they had time.

As she had promised earlier, she was washing the dishes from earlier when she heard him call to her. Drying her hands, she came around to the bedroom, smiling at the sight that greeted her. Like so much else, it was the kind of good that made her chest ache and prompted an expression that was earnest rather than wry.

"Of course," she offered, taking a seat, cross-legged, on the floor. "Although, really, she'll probably be happy with any attention."