He breathed out with her, so abjectly glad. If she'd said no to all this… he'd cope—wait 'til she was sleeping and take a nighttime walk around the ship, spend some time staring out of the cockpit—but oh was this wonderful.

Fitting himself to her spaces, Cassian touched his face to her hair and felt his eyes close. The eternal ache behind them… wasn't there. It was like he'd never been able to rest before, but he could now, melting into her.

…Once again, he recoiled at such thoughts, because Jyn was so much more than how she affected him, not limited to how she made him feel; she was Jyn, in of herself, out in the universe, doing and being and impacting so much.

And given all that, she was choosing, right now, to be with him, here, in his arms. His head spun at that reality, and he breathed into it, finding the rhythm of hers.

"Good night, Jyn," he murmured, beginning to drift. "Wake me if you need to."