"Thanks." He took the book back, sliding it beside another book he'd picked up. Next he'd try reading from that. (Perhaps aloud, with Jyn?) "Not having to do it in a stone hut all in one night is nice." And it wasn't a different language, essentially just a textual code.

(The fact that this supposedly different Galaxy still spoke Galactic Basic Standard was another question he was storing up for some other time. For now, he was just grateful to be with Jyn.)

The image of little Jyn with a datapad was both a sweet and bittersweet one. He knew her family had moved often and been solitary, so maybe she hadn't had a chance— "Did you have friends your age?"

Maybe Jyn's childhood had only been populated with adults, as opposed to Cassian's childhood which had been utterly devoid of them.