Fulcrum

This was stupid. She was being stupid. There wasn't any other word for it. Throughout her life, she'd been in battles and prisons and a number of unsavory situations in between, and she'd typically approached them without hesitation. Now, she was trying to work up the nerve to walk into her own ship, a place she'd lived in longer than she could say of anywhere else. Jyn couldn't tell how long had passed — minutes, sure, but how many? — when she huffed out a breath, frustrated with herself, and set the ramp to open, not knowing what to expect when she stepped inside. Ideally, Cassian would still be asleep, so she stayed quiet; a quick glance into the bedroom, its door now open, proved that he wasn't. Shit. Less than a day he'd been here, and she was already screwing this up.

His absence might well have made her worry, were it not for noises she could hear coming from the kitchen as she continued around the corridor. He was here, at least. No one else would be cooking inside her ship, though the idea of him doing so was surreal too. Now she just had to hope he would forgive her for being gone longer than she intended.

"Sorry," she said without preamble as she appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, heart twisting at the sight of him there. The words came out awkward and a little rushed, but entirely earnest. "I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd be out so long."