Jyn might have inhaled sharply, but she didn't pull away nor push Rilio away. He needed to steady herself - it wasn't his fault that he'd chosen to use her injured shoulder as leverage. But she was grateful when he released his grip and they could continue on, slowly but surely.

"That's it", she confirmed, nodding slightly. "You think you can manage the stairs?"

She was stronger than she looked - but Jyn didn't particularly feel like dragging him up the stairs behind her. That'd probably garner the sort of curious looks that she was hoping to avoid.

Jyn absolutely was stubborn and strong-willed once she put her mind on something. He was in far worse shape than she was, and she could deal with the sharp twinge of pain. She had had much worse, after all.

The most important thing was getting upstairs and into her room where they'd have a little privacy. One labored step at a time, until the stairs were conquered and Jyn was closing and locking the door behind them, so grateful that the rickety little bed was only just a few more steps away.

Could've been worse. Jyn might have had to haul Rilio over her shoulder the rest of the way. She was small, deceptively strong, she probably could have done it. But she was glad that she didn't have to.

Door locked securely, Jyn turned around and for a moment, just observed him closely. He looked pale, on the verge of outright shaking, and she went toward her bag sitting atop the old bureau.

Rummaging through it for a moment, she finally kneeled in front of him and held up an old, battered canteen. "Drink some water. You need it."

It wouldn't be the worst thing Jyn ever would have bore witness to. Besides, even if the room was small and the 'fresher was, again, only just a few steps away, he might need assistance in getting there.

She sat back on her heels, confident (for the moment) that he was going to be okay, given a little time.

"I can pull the chair over and put my feet up. Won't have been the worst place I've ever slept", she replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "Or we could just share. I'm small, don't take up much space. Whatever makes you most comfortable."

Jyn probably wouldn't find much rest, anyway, not when the most important thing was making sure that Rilio didn't die on her in the middle of the night. She nodded her understanding, but didn't mention again that she had had worse, spent long nights sharing sleeping spaces with others who suffered from night terrors, faced her own, as well. "I'll take that into consideration."

Luckily, this room came with a tiny 'fresher all it's own. Jyn was grateful that if need be, they wouldn't have to struggle down the hall into the communal one. "Three steps behind you."

It took her a moment to stand - the only sign she gave that something was hurting - and peeled her jacket off, dropping it unceremoniously onto the little table in the corner. "You think you might know what they dosed you with?"

Jyn's eyes narrowed and her lips pulled into a grim line. 'I've been dosed with it before' left a sour taste in her mouth and a heavy weight in her stomach. She knew that she couldn't save everybody, but she didn't know if she could just leave when the morning came fearing that he'd just find himself in the same situation all over again ... or worse.

"Well, you can do that here", she finally answered, next making an effort to set her visible weapons on the table with her jacket, slowly, as if to show that she wasn't going to be a threat. Truncheons first, and then the stun baton she had lifted from the man that had tried to use it on her.

She set a hand at her side, frowning slightly. "A little. Hurt 'em worse."

Jyn observed the disarming with a practiced air of nonchalance, but she was glad to note the reciprocation, the acceptance of her assertion that she was not a threat, the mirroring of her action as if to say that neither was he.

Still, Jyn wasn't a stupid woman, and Rilio was a stranger, and it would be remiss of her to let her guard down. So, she was as open as possible while keeping her walls up high.

She watched as the blaster was set near hers, and a vibroblade, which if she had studied it carefully, would notice that it bore a striking resemblance to the one that she had secreted securely in her boot.

Jyn breathed out a noise that might've been amused, shrugging slightly. "That's what they get for underestimating me", she replied, glancing over toward the bed with a quizzical expression lifting an eyebrow just so. Which side? It was a bed, so the positioning didn't much matter to her. "Ah - whichever one you don't take."

Jyn wouldn't sleep easily nor heavily - but then, that wasn't anything new for her. She watched as he seemingly got as comfortable as possible, given the situation, and murmured a quick 'you're welcome'.

She wasn't quite ready to lay down, not with her earlier adrenaline still waning, so once she was certain that he was resting, once she had spent a few minutes watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, hearing his rhythmic breathing, she headed into the 'fresher for a quick shower.

And to take stock of her injuries, the bruising hidden beneath her shirt. But once she had stepped out of the shower, dried off and re-dressed, and finally - gingerly - got into bed, too, careful to hug the edge so as not to get too close.

Morning would come soon enough, and when it did, they would part.

He had warned her that he might thrash around a little, but Jyn was jerked awake by something that was far more than just a little, the scream that ripped from his throat more than enough to set her nerves on edge, the slamming of his hand against the side table what sent her out of bed entirely, her hand searching the nearby table for a weapon - any weapon - just in case she might need to defend herself.

Even though her head was spinning and her side was hurting all the worse from the sudden movement, she realized that it was a night terror that had Rilio in its grasp. She didn't want to poke or prod at him, cause him to react violently, running the risk of hurting the both of them.

Her voice firm, but not angry, she reminded him of who she was, where they were, whatever he was seeing wasn't real, and that he was, for the moment, safe with her.

Tentatively, Jyn reached back to set whatever she had grabbed - she still didn't even know, so concentrated on Rilio and trying to bring him out of whatever he was seeing, only not hesitating when it came to offering the hand, the anchor, that he was looking for.

"That's it. I'm here, and you are safe. What you're seeing isn't real, Rilio. You just need to wake up to see. Come on, follow the sound of my voice."

It was to be expected, she thought, sounding so confused and wrecked. Given what he'd been through earlier, and whatever visions had been terrorizing him just now, Jyn was surprised that he even remembered who she was and where they were.

But as she gingerly sat down at the edge of the bed, her breath catching at the stitch in her side, she too did not release the hand still holding onto hers. She would be gone in the morning, she could afford to share whatever comfort and strength he needed now.

"You've nothing to apologize for. No harm done."

Her grip tightened, but only momentarily before she relaxed it once more.

"Are you alright?"

Jyn exhaled sharply at the touch of forehead to the back of her hand. He was burning up. Luckily, the still half-full canteen was sitting at the floor near her feet, and it didn't take much effort on her part to bend just enough to be able to snatch it and sit back up, offering it for a drink, something to soothe whatever was still wreaking havoc in his system.

"No", she replied, her voice as calm and comforting as possible, although still tinged with worry. "Maybe by morning."

A pause. A breath.

"How can I help?"

Jyn wasn't currently focusing on the weapons - and there was no real reason to. She didn't feel threatened, only worried. But despite the fever, Rilio was alert enough, coherent enough, and maybe the drugs would work their way through his system within the next handful of hours.

She watched as he drank, nodding her satisfaction once he finished and set the canteen at his bedside. Hopefully, the water would help cool him down and hasten the purge.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so trusting of this stranger, but for whatever reason ... she felt that she knew that she was safe with him, even in such close quarters, even with weapons nearby, but not on her person anymore. For all intents and purposes, she was very vulnerable, but she trusted that he wouldn't try to take advantage.

"You need the rest more than I do", she answered, and that was a lie, she was perpetually sleep-deprived, waiting to hear what it was that he was going to ask of her.

All things considered, it wasn't the worst suggestion he could have made, however ... familiar it was. She could give him that much, at least. "Okay. We can do that."

Strange, how the prospect didn't make her nervous or wary in the slightest.