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“Cassian? Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?”
Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, Cassian smiles tightly down at Leia. “Sorry,” he tells her, doing his best to look apologetic. “I’m a bit, ah. Distracted.”
“I get it,” she replies with a wave of her hand, surprisingly sympathetic. “How’s Jyn doing?”
“She’s a terrible patient.” The corners of his mouth quirks up fondly. “And she doesn’t like being coped up in my apartment. Keeps telling me that if someone else tries to attack her, she’ll deal with them her own damn way.”
It had been difficult enough to convince her to stay with him; she’d been insistent on living with Bodhi until the threats against her life slowed down. She’d already taken enough from him, she’d claimed, but at his argument that Bodhi doesn’t know self-defense to the extent that he does, she’d folded begrudgingly.
Leia laughs and observes wryly, “It sounds like she’s pretty much back to her usual self, then.”
It had taken a day or two for her to start to relax again, to stop looking over her shoulder even in the safety of his home. She wouldn’t sleep, would just sit straight up in bed watching the window despite his best efforts to get her to lay down next to him. Eventually, she’d worn herself down and succumbed to exhaustion, but he remembers how helpless he’d felt not being able to do anything to help her.
She still isn’t sleeping well, he knows. Though she’s checked and double-checked his apartment security multiple times (and even implement some of her own methods), it hasn’t yet eased her mind. Sometimes he wakes to her just looking at him, tracing her fingertips over the contours of his face as if she can’t believe he’s here with her, that he’s alive and unharmed. It’s times like these that he always tugs her closer, arm wrapped around her waist and her head tucking underneath his chin.
He shrugs a shoulder, not wanting to divulge any of Jyn’s secrets even to someone they trusted. She’s usually the tough person she portrays herself to be, but not all the time; people expect her not to break but she’s human just like the rest of them. A little, white lie in this conversation won’t hurt anyone – she would be back to her usual self, just maybe not for a bit longer. “Yeah. She’s doing good.”
“I’m glad.” The other woman nods once, decisively. “You two are good for each other.”
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