But Jyn wasn't saying it in the sense that she had no other choice. She did, and she was choosing to share comfort with him - to offer it and to borrow it in return. She could hardly say why she wasn't pulling away and staying away, or why it felt right in so many ways that she couldn't even begin to explain ...

She didn't tense again as he gathered her closer - not too close, but with just enough space between so as not to feel claustrophobic, space that she could breach if she felt comfortable enough to do so. Jyn didn't, though, not so soon, content enough to close her eyes and (guiltily) enjoy the slight weight and heat of his palm against her side.

"Mmhm. Still good. For you?"