Jyn had wondered for a time whether or not she even retained the capability to not only be tender but to feel human, but in the moment, warm and content, being caressed so gently and looked at with such fondness (as though she was something worthy of such treatment, as if she was delicate and fragile and required being handled so gingerly), her heart started to beat back into life, one painful thump at a time.

She observed Rilio - a pseudonym, she now knew - in much the same way, with much the same regret coloring her thoughts, her own exploration of the lines and planes of his face an attempt to memorize him, memorize how she felt right now. Fingertips traced along the slope of his nose, a whisper of a touch as she mapped the line of his lips.

Jyn still had the capability - but would it be worth the hurt she knew she would face upon their inevitable parting? Right now was a little difficult to concentrate on when she couldn't quite persuade what was yet to occur from causing her worry.

An eyebrow slowly made an arch upward, and her fingers stilled, the only sound in the room their breathing as she considered just what it was that she could offer. Strong opinions. Feelings. What did that mean? About her? Them? Not that there could even be a them, not when it was dangerous to even consider ...

"So ... why don't you tell me your interpretations and I'll tell you if you're right?"