Panic rose at the lack of response. Amazingly, it subsided as soon as he found the note. He would dread finding her dead or hurt. He knew she wouldn't go like Bix. And the idea of her simply disappearing was just—even for a man so trained by life to envision everything—unimaginable.
Start catching these thoughts. How did he "know"? He'd only known her for five days. This was infatuation. This was trauma-bonding. This was…
Except it wasn't. Take it one day, one moment, at a time. But also don't dismiss or pretend it away. That would be playing a game, too, and he wouldn't do that with Jyn. No anticipation, no manipulation, nothing but openness.
In order to keep that panic away (and make sure she wasn't somewhere here dead or hurt) (and make the most of the time once she returned) Cassian pulled himself out of the bunk one leg at a time. First giving the cat a careful scratch between the ears, which seemed to be well-received.
As soon as he opened the door, the baby Wookiee'dog' leapt forward to greet him. Ingratiating himself here was a little more nerve-wracking, not because it was hard, but because he almost feared the animal would explode if he stopped scratching its cheeks. Eventually, the dog calmed down, tongue lolling, and followed Cassian around the ship.
It didn't take too long to explore the whole ship—including some of its hidden compartments. Cassian knew these YT freighters were favored among smugglers, so he was able to find a good deal of them. It was reassuring to know they had these at their disposal in the event of—
'They'? What was that about not anticipating? Calm down. —These compartments could be good, though, should… someone need to hide. Or even just a more secure place to sleep.
He was determined to familiarize himself with everything that didn't intrude on Jyn's personal effects. He wasn't surprised to find she had almost none. Again: only what you can carry. As he knew from her file, she'd spent time homeless and time incarcerated. They shared both experiences. (Technically, he'd never been homeless, but he hadn't always had the means to get back to the roof that waited for him across the Galaxy.)
The tour ended back in the kitchen. His stomach had settled and he should probably have another meal. Maybe this one, he could share with her. Given the above, he didn't expect her to keep very much more food around than she did other personal belongings; but he was able to scrounge together an assortment of frozen and shelf-stable components. By the time she returned (because she would! return) he'd have figured out what to do with them and prepared them a small feast.
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Date: 2025-05-07 09:26 pm (UTC)Start catching these thoughts. How did he "know"? He'd only known her for five days. This was infatuation. This was trauma-bonding. This was…
Except it wasn't. Take it one day, one moment, at a time. But also don't dismiss or pretend it away. That would be playing a game, too, and he wouldn't do that with Jyn. No anticipation, no manipulation, nothing but openness.
In order to keep that panic away (and make sure she wasn't somewhere here dead or hurt) (and make the most of the time once she returned) Cassian pulled himself out of the bunk one leg at a time. First giving the cat a careful scratch between the ears, which seemed to be well-received.
As soon as he opened the door, the
baby Wookiee'dog' leapt forward to greet him. Ingratiating himself here was a little more nerve-wracking, not because it was hard, but because he almost feared the animal would explode if he stopped scratching its cheeks. Eventually, the dog calmed down, tongue lolling, and followed Cassian around the ship.It didn't take too long to explore the whole ship—including some of its hidden compartments. Cassian knew these YT freighters were favored among smugglers, so he was able to find a good deal of them. It was reassuring to know they had these at their disposal in the event of—
'They'? What was that about not anticipating? Calm down. —These compartments could be good, though, should… someone need to hide. Or even just a more secure place to sleep.
He was determined to familiarize himself with everything that didn't intrude on Jyn's personal effects. He wasn't surprised to find she had almost none. Again: only what you can carry. As he knew from her file, she'd spent time homeless and time incarcerated. They shared both experiences. (Technically, he'd never been homeless, but he hadn't always had the means to get back to the roof that waited for him across the Galaxy.)
The tour ended back in the kitchen. His stomach had settled and he should probably have another meal. Maybe this one, he could share with her. Given the above, he didn't expect her to keep very much more food around than she did other personal belongings; but he was able to scrounge together an assortment of frozen and shelf-stable components. By the time she returned (because she would! return) he'd have figured out what to do with them and prepared them a small feast.