Jyn wasn't as intimately acquainted - but on this, her first ever visit, she was quickly becoming disillusioned with all that was going on around her. Not the drinks or the drugs, as such, she knew that with all the uncertainty simmering throughout the galaxy, some places more palpable than others, people needed an outlet, a way to forget.
She was no stranger to under-the-table dealings, either. But it was different when it involved people's lives. Sure, she appeared innocuous enough, taking up as little space as possible in her little corner, bristling and snarling if anyone tried to show her interest, but she was keenly aware of what was going on around her ... which was more than she could say for some of the others visiting the bar that night.
One group in particular caught her eye, if only for how shadily some of the members were behaving, whispering amongst themselves, looking around as though they were scanning for anyone interested in their doings, and the one of them that was clearly weaving back and forth in his seat. Whatever motives the majority of the men at that table had, it wasn't good.
It wasn't any of her business, but when they stood up to move on, and she saw how markedly different the one was moving, she knew she couldn't sit back and do nothing. It wasn't her business, but she wasn't going to allow someone, even a stranger to get hurt in the ways that she knew he would without someone stepping in to assist.
She could be called a criminal, but she had never been heartless. So, as surreptitiously she could manage, she stood up, too, and followed. Luckily, the other patrons were busy with their own deals or dates or ... whatever else they were doing, so nobody paid her much attention.
It only took a moment of her peeking through the curtain and watching the assault for her to feel deep in her bones that she was doing the right thing. She said nothing as she stepped through the curtains, too, silent and full of rage as she tried to take them out as quickly as possible with punishing blows from her truncheons. She had a blade and a blaster, too, if need be, but as one after another fell before her, she didn't think they would be necessary.
All she heard as she dispatched one after the other until they all fell or ran was her heart pounding in her ears.
It made no sense. He was at their mercy. Any pretense at negotiation was unsalvageable. Why on Hoth would they…?
As the hands on his wrists and arms, waist and hair and neck, all withdrew, Cassian's legs buckled and he grabbed onto the bar for dear life; keeping himself from crumpling to the ground. He closed his eyes, pressed them to the cooler surface than the room, and willed the planet to stop trying to spin him off it.
Then he had the wherewithal, keeping one arm tightly over the bar, to turn and look over one shoulder.
Between being drugged and his brand spanking new head injury from being slammed onto the bar (and possibly a broken rib, ditto, but that was less influential on his visual perception), lights were sparking like a migraine and movement ribboned out in time-lapse continuity.
But he thought he saw a small figure—shockingly small—dashing and whirling in the midst of the group who shedded off, fell, one by one around it.
He may not be able to do much, but there must be something he could do.
His hand went to the belt (they'd managed to undo but not remove it) and its now-empty holster. He squinted again at the… combat? must be… and decided. He let go of the bar and let himself fall, sinking unceremoniously onto the floor. But the floor was more to hang onto than the bar had been. So, on hands and knees, he crawled forward, until his hands hit the prone body of one of the now-unconscious gang. Going by feel more than sight, he located the Human's blaster, to replace the one they'd taken.
And, staring intensely until he'd absolutely confirmed who was who, and where he was aiming, he fired.
The last gang member standing let out a howl and clutched his leg where the shot had hit—so doing, dropping the knife he'd been about to throw at Cassian's unknown, small savior.
They had not relinquished their almost-conquest voluntarily. But Jyn hadn't intended upon taking no for an answer. She was small and fast, and although she was outnumbered, the skills she had gained as a fighter (this was no time for a fair fight, and she felt no remorse in fighting dirty) she soon had the upper hand.
Still, for as righteously angry she felt, Jyn did not aim to kill. She didn't go easy on them, that was for certain, but once they were incapacitated, once they were unconscious or crawling away from the action, she set upon the next.
Not that she didn't take her fair share of shots - it was inevitable, being one person taking on an entire group, but she would deal with her own injuries later. The adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her up and moving, only ever catching occasional glimpses at the man she was trying to help; clutching at the bar as though his life depended on it, almost crumpled on the ground, crawling toward one of others lying prone on the ground ...
And not again until the shot went off and the last man standing yelled in pain ... until she bashed him in the head with her truncheon until he fell onto the ground silently, too. She hadn't killed anyone - she didn't think, but anyone who was of a mind to hurt another person like these men had been might have deserved it.
Quickly, she was at his side, extending a hand for him to take, her eyes steely, but not unkind. "Come on. We've got to get out of here before the authorities arrive."
…Had it all been a set-up? Never about making a deal, but about putting him in a position to be rescued. To trust or consider himself in debt. Was he known or important enough for anyone to have bothered? What was there to be gained? Why would that work better than its premise would? Did he really think this batch ready to be so subtle or complicated?
Real or not real, he was in better shape (—no matter being in such bad shape) to salvage something from this by going with her now; rather than, as she pointed out, waiting for the authorities to get involved.
He reached back to her offered hand. He clapped his hand into hers. And accepted her help pulling himself to his feet.
You can trust me.
Right.
Still, wouldn't hurt to seem to. Go for it. Take the bait.
…And if by some chance it wasn't… accept the miracle.
His forward momentum didn't stop where he wanted it to; he got off the ground, all right, but then overbalanced forward and had to be caught. Then supported by her getting out.
Jyn might've been the only one on this Force-forsaken planet who didn't have any ulterior motives whatsoever. She was simply waiting for the rest of her crew to sew their wild oats so they could return to the job they were supposed to be doing.
She couldn't begin to say whether or not she had been meant to be here at this particular time in this particular place, and she knew that she couldn't save everybody, but once she parsed what was going to happen, she knew she couldn't just ignore it.
So. Here she was, panting, adrenaline high, extending her hand to a complete stranger, trusting that he had no ulterior motives for her. But in the state he was in, Jyn felt no danger whatsoever, not even pity, not really. Just worry.
What had they dosed him with? And how long would it take to work it's way out of his system? And could she really help without looking for medical intervention?
Too much to concentrate on when the most important thing was getting out of there, not to the freighter, but to the dirty little room she had paid for for the night, where she'd just ... watch over him, make sure he didn't die on her watch. And when the morning came, she'd be gone. She couldn't offer anything else.
He took her hand, and she grimaced at how clammy his were. And she had to curl an arm tightly around him when he stood and promptly almost fell forward. "Come on", she urged, her voice tight, urgency coloring every word. "Work with me here."
"Sorry," he said, and was… (upset? enraged? embarrassed?) …aggravated at how slurred he sounded in two syllables. Ugh… he'd known but not managed to avoid…
He threw more power from shields to navigation; focusing intently on staying on his own two feet and leaning a little less on her, and following whatever direction she set.
"You know who they were?" he said softly. Knowing it was a stupid question, he was unlikely to get a real answer… but staying talking might help with focus, and her answer, truthful or not, might be informative anyway.
Jyn made a dismissive little noise in the back of her throat as her arm tightened around his middle - just to help keep him steady and nothing more. She would release her grip if he wriggled out of it. It wasn't his fault that he'd been drugged, and it wasn't him that she had any ire for. "You don't need to apologize."
Once he was a little bit steadier on his feet, she led him toward where she hoped a back door was. It'd be easier to make an escape with any eyes on them as they did so. Jyn felt a small sense of relief when that door came into sight, and she urged him toward it.
She scoffed and shook her head, glancing at him momentarily. It was a positive sign that he was able to speak coherently. "Not a clue."
There was a darkness in her voice, but it wasn't directed toward him more than it was the group of men she'd left lying battered on the floor. "I was watching. They were going to hurt you. What kind of person would I be if I let that happen?"
"Self-preserving?" he said softly. Without malice, bitterness, or judgment for the kind of person who would be. "Not anyone's fault that… not everyone should have to…" The thoughts circled in on themselves and left him dizzy. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and focused on staying on his feet.
"Where are we going?" he said at last, instead. Stick with the immediate and concrete.
"Complacent", she replied, not a chastisement, but a reminder to herself that today was not going to be the day where she just sat back and did nothing. For as battered as her heart was, she still had the capacity to care, even about strangers that she had never seen before and would never see again.
She didn't blame anyone who couldn't step in, but she held herself to a higher standard. She wasn't yet so disillusioned with everything that she could ignore something so heinous happening right in front of her. Hopefully she never would be.
"Got a room nearby - ", she replied, grimly aware that it might've sounded like he'd been rescued from a bad situation and being led into another. "You can shower and rest, let whatever they gave you make its way out of your system.
"I know." And he did, somehow. …Or at least, the part of his brain that had to rationalize went ahead with, he'd behave as if he did.
But…
"Why are you helping me?" he asked, still softly, still damnably slurred; with an acuity, a tension, nevertheless.
Even though, in the same way he knew the other, he knew this too; he didn't need to ask. That single word—complacent—had given him everything he needed. They were alike, at least in this: not everyone should have to give themselves up, for the sake of others. Which was why they did.
That, too, was promising. It suggested that she wouldn't have to worry about having another fight on her hands if he suddenly freaked and thought that she was going to try to take advantage, too.
That was the furthest thought in her mind. Jyn just wanted to get someplace safe - she had injuries to attend to, as well, what felt like a strained shoulder and maybe a bruised rib.
Worth it, though.
She didn't know what he'd go back to once the drugs left his system, whether he'd be safe or not, but tonight, he had no worries that anyone else might have malice in mind for him.
His exhalation might read as a laugh. But it wasn't one. "Okay."
The right thing to do. Versus the easy thing. Versus the complacent or self-preserving thing. Versus even the right move. Versus…
"Okay," again, more softly, then he had to stop talking and focus on staying conscious. He couldn't stop it. He could only delay it. Until they got to somewhere where he could properly collapse.
Jyn wasn't offended. She was too busy leading him outside into the cool air and through a light crowd who barely even gave the pair a second glance. One step at a time, she was bound and determined to get to the room she'd rented for the night.
There, he could give in and collapse. She'd be there to watch over him until the morning came and she'd have to leave again.
Not really how she imagined spending a night, but again - worth it in the end.
"Nothing wrong with a little encouragement", she retorted, her lips lifting into a wry little smile. "You're up and moving. I'd say you're doing pretty well, all things considered."
She pointed toward the building they were heading for, carefully maneuvering the both of them to the right side of the walk.
"I'm Liana", she smoothly lied, her expressing belying nothing that would suggest anything less than total truthfulness. "What's your name?"
"Rilio," he answered, just as smooth and blank. It was the name on the arrivals roster. His hand momentarily gripped her shoulder as he stumbled and made sure not to fall. He released her just as quickly, as if appalled he may have bruised her. "Is that it?" Not hiding a hint of pleading in his voice. Not much further.
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?"
Was there an alternative? "Yeah," he said. Not actually sure but stubborn enough to make sure. He'd had to tackle worse, while in worse shape, unaided.
He'd noticed the inhalation and almost wanted to let go of her entirely. He was hurting her somehow. …Of course, for all she'd utterly demolished the gang, they'd probably gotten a few hits in. But she'd chosen to help him, it wasn't his call to what extent she opted in, and he suspected that she was probably stubborn, too, and his resisting that would just be a waste of both of their time.
Still, he tried extra hard to carry more of his own weight the rest of the way and up the staircase.
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.
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.
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."
Cassian was simultaneously parched and afraid that if he tried to ingest anything else, even water, he'd vomit. …But that would be aiding detoxification, wouldn't it…
Gingerly, giving her what he hoped was a grateful look, he took the canteen and drank—just a little, at first, easing into it.
"Are you okay?" he belatedly asked. "I won't be keeping you from your own bed?"
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."
"I don't mind sharing," said Cassian—suspecting he was going to be too out of it shortly to notice either way. "Just don't know how restful a bedfellow I'm going to be… I thrash around sometimes." Not usually while on duty, especially undercover, but he couldn't vouch for how this state was going to affect him.
He covered his mouth, working on keeping the water down, and succeeded. …Again, probably should let himself purge… he just hated it. For future reference: "Which way to the 'fresher?"
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?"
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Date: 2019-09-05 04:56 am (UTC)She was no stranger to under-the-table dealings, either. But it was different when it involved people's lives. Sure, she appeared innocuous enough, taking up as little space as possible in her little corner, bristling and snarling if anyone tried to show her interest, but she was keenly aware of what was going on around her ... which was more than she could say for some of the others visiting the bar that night.
One group in particular caught her eye, if only for how shadily some of the members were behaving, whispering amongst themselves, looking around as though they were scanning for anyone interested in their doings, and the one of them that was clearly weaving back and forth in his seat. Whatever motives the majority of the men at that table had, it wasn't good.
It wasn't any of her business, but when they stood up to move on, and she saw how markedly different the one was moving, she knew she couldn't sit back and do nothing. It wasn't her business, but she wasn't going to allow someone, even a stranger to get hurt in the ways that she knew he would without someone stepping in to assist.
She could be called a criminal, but she had never been heartless. So, as surreptitiously she could manage, she stood up, too, and followed. Luckily, the other patrons were busy with their own deals or dates or ... whatever else they were doing, so nobody paid her much attention.
It only took a moment of her peeking through the curtain and watching the assault for her to feel deep in her bones that she was doing the right thing. She said nothing as she stepped through the curtains, too, silent and full of rage as she tried to take them out as quickly as possible with punishing blows from her truncheons. She had a blade and a blaster, too, if need be, but as one after another fell before her, she didn't think they would be necessary.
All she heard as she dispatched one after the other until they all fell or ran was her heart pounding in her ears.
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Date: 2019-09-05 05:24 am (UTC)It made no sense. He was at their mercy. Any pretense at negotiation was unsalvageable. Why on Hoth would they…?
As the hands on his wrists and arms, waist and hair and neck, all withdrew, Cassian's legs buckled and he grabbed onto the bar for dear life; keeping himself from crumpling to the ground. He closed his eyes, pressed them to the cooler surface than the room, and willed the planet to stop trying to spin him off it.
Then he had the wherewithal, keeping one arm tightly over the bar, to turn and look over one shoulder.
Between being drugged and his brand spanking new head injury from being slammed onto the bar (and possibly a broken rib, ditto, but that was less influential on his visual perception), lights were sparking like a migraine and movement ribboned out in time-lapse continuity.
But he thought he saw a small figure—shockingly small—dashing and whirling in the midst of the group who shedded off, fell, one by one around it.
He may not be able to do much, but there must be something he could do.
His hand went to the belt (they'd managed to undo but not remove it) and its now-empty holster. He squinted again at the… combat? must be… and decided. He let go of the bar and let himself fall, sinking unceremoniously onto the floor. But the floor was more to hang onto than the bar had been. So, on hands and knees, he crawled forward, until his hands hit the prone body of one of the now-unconscious gang. Going by feel more than sight, he located the Human's blaster, to replace the one they'd taken.
And, staring intensely until he'd absolutely confirmed who was who, and where he was aiming, he fired.
The last gang member standing let out a howl and clutched his leg where the shot had hit—so doing, dropping the knife he'd been about to throw at Cassian's unknown, small savior.
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Date: 2019-09-05 06:05 am (UTC)Still, for as righteously angry she felt, Jyn did not aim to kill. She didn't go easy on them, that was for certain, but once they were incapacitated, once they were unconscious or crawling away from the action, she set upon the next.
Not that she didn't take her fair share of shots - it was inevitable, being one person taking on an entire group, but she would deal with her own injuries later. The adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her up and moving, only ever catching occasional glimpses at the man she was trying to help; clutching at the bar as though his life depended on it, almost crumpled on the ground, crawling toward one of others lying prone on the ground ...
And not again until the shot went off and the last man standing yelled in pain ... until she bashed him in the head with her truncheon until he fell onto the ground silently, too. She hadn't killed anyone - she didn't think, but anyone who was of a mind to hurt another person like these men had been might have deserved it.
Quickly, she was at his side, extending a hand for him to take, her eyes steely, but not unkind. "Come on. We've got to get out of here before the authorities arrive."
Or reinforcements.
"You can trust me."
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Date: 2019-09-05 09:31 am (UTC)…Had it all been a set-up? Never about making a deal, but about putting him in a position to be rescued. To trust or consider himself in debt. Was he known or important enough for anyone to have bothered? What was there to be gained? Why would that work better than its premise would? Did he really think this batch ready to be so subtle or complicated?
Real or not real, he was in better shape (—no matter being in such bad shape) to salvage something from this by going with her now; rather than, as she pointed out, waiting for the authorities to get involved.
He reached back to her offered hand. He clapped his hand into hers. And accepted her help pulling himself to his feet.
You can trust me.
Right.
Still, wouldn't hurt to seem to. Go for it. Take the bait.
…And if by some chance it wasn't… accept the miracle.
His forward momentum didn't stop where he wanted it to; he got off the ground, all right, but then overbalanced forward and had to be caught. Then supported by her getting out.
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Date: 2019-09-06 01:20 am (UTC)She couldn't begin to say whether or not she had been meant to be here at this particular time in this particular place, and she knew that she couldn't save everybody, but once she parsed what was going to happen, she knew she couldn't just ignore it.
So. Here she was, panting, adrenaline high, extending her hand to a complete stranger, trusting that he had no ulterior motives for her. But in the state he was in, Jyn felt no danger whatsoever, not even pity, not really. Just worry.
What had they dosed him with? And how long would it take to work it's way out of his system? And could she really help without looking for medical intervention?
Too much to concentrate on when the most important thing was getting out of there, not to the freighter, but to the dirty little room she had paid for for the night, where she'd just ... watch over him, make sure he didn't die on her watch. And when the morning came, she'd be gone. She couldn't offer anything else.
He took her hand, and she grimaced at how clammy his were. And she had to curl an arm tightly around him when he stood and promptly almost fell forward. "Come on", she urged, her voice tight, urgency coloring every word. "Work with me here."
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Date: 2019-09-08 04:23 am (UTC)He threw more power from shields to navigation; focusing intently on staying on his own two feet and leaning a little less on her, and following whatever direction she set.
"You know who they were?" he said softly. Knowing it was a stupid question, he was unlikely to get a real answer… but staying talking might help with focus, and her answer, truthful or not, might be informative anyway.
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:05 am (UTC)Once he was a little bit steadier on his feet, she led him toward where she hoped a back door was. It'd be easier to make an escape with any eyes on them as they did so. Jyn felt a small sense of relief when that door came into sight, and she urged him toward it.
She scoffed and shook her head, glancing at him momentarily. It was a positive sign that he was able to speak coherently. "Not a clue."
There was a darkness in her voice, but it wasn't directed toward him more than it was the group of men she'd left lying battered on the floor. "I was watching. They were going to hurt you. What kind of person would I be if I let that happen?"
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:21 am (UTC)"Where are we going?" he said at last, instead. Stick with the immediate and concrete.
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:30 am (UTC)She didn't blame anyone who couldn't step in, but she held herself to a higher standard. She wasn't yet so disillusioned with everything that she could ignore something so heinous happening right in front of her. Hopefully she never would be.
"Got a room nearby - ", she replied, grimly aware that it might've sounded like he'd been rescued from a bad situation and being led into another. "You can shower and rest, let whatever they gave you make its way out of your system.
... I'm not gonna hurt you."
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:36 am (UTC)But…
"Why are you helping me?" he asked, still softly, still damnably slurred; with an acuity, a tension, nevertheless.
Even though, in the same way he knew the other, he knew this too; he didn't need to ask. That single word—complacent—had given him everything he needed. They were alike, at least in this: not everyone should have to give themselves up, for the sake of others. Which was why they did.
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:43 am (UTC)That was the furthest thought in her mind. Jyn just wanted to get someplace safe - she had injuries to attend to, as well, what felt like a strained shoulder and maybe a bruised rib.
Worth it, though.
She didn't know what he'd go back to once the drugs left his system, whether he'd be safe or not, but tonight, he had no worries that anyone else might have malice in mind for him.
Worth it.
"It's the right thing to do."
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:52 am (UTC)The right thing to do. Versus the easy thing. Versus the complacent or self-preserving thing. Versus even the right move. Versus…
"Okay," again, more softly, then he had to stop talking and focus on staying conscious. He couldn't stop it. He could only delay it. Until they got to somewhere where he could properly collapse.
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Date: 2019-09-08 05:56 am (UTC)There, he could give in and collapse. She'd be there to watch over him until the morning came and she'd have to leave again.
Not really how she imagined spending a night, but again - worth it in the end.
"A little further. Come on, you're doing great."
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:14 am (UTC)…Which was, in turn… more true than he'd even meant to be.
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:21 am (UTC)She pointed toward the building they were heading for, carefully maneuvering the both of them to the right side of the walk.
"I'm Liana", she smoothly lied, her expressing belying nothing that would suggest anything less than total truthfulness. "What's your name?"
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:39 am (UTC)"That's it", she confirmed, nodding slightly. "You think you can manage the stairs?"
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Date: 2019-09-08 06:56 am (UTC)He'd noticed the inhalation and almost wanted to let go of her entirely. He was hurting her somehow. …Of course, for all she'd utterly demolished the gang, they'd probably gotten a few hits in. But she'd chosen to help him, it wasn't his call to what extent she opted in, and he suspected that she was probably stubborn, too, and his resisting that would just be a waste of both of their time.
Still, he tried extra hard to carry more of his own weight the rest of the way and up the staircase.
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Date: 2019-09-08 07:14 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-09-08 07:23 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-09-08 07:32 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2019-09-08 07:39 am (UTC)Gingerly, giving her what he hoped was a grateful look, he took the canteen and drank—just a little, at first, easing into it.
"Are you okay?" he belatedly asked. "I won't be keeping you from your own bed?"
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Date: 2019-09-08 07:44 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2019-09-09 07:11 am (UTC)He covered his mouth, working on keeping the water down, and succeeded. …Again, probably should let himself purge… he just hated it. For future reference: "Which way to the 'fresher?"
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Date: 2019-09-09 03:58 pm (UTC)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?"
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From:oh nooooo my icons
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From:A ZILLION YEARS LATER…
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From:How did I lose this?? Ack! Sorry!! But I did just massively enjoy rereading all of it ^_^ ^_^ <3
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