The vertigo hit him bad not nearly far enough up the stairs; but it was still better than dragging his crash-landed broken-limbed sorry self across the desert of Sevarcos II. He reminded himself of that with every teeth-gritted inhalation.

Then, thank the Force… He'd normally never intrude, let alone onto someone's bed, without specific invitation, but by the time Liana was finished locking the door, Cassian was already sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the mattress, the other pressed to his eyes.