Stubbornly, Jyn wanted to insist that it wasn't okay, that she'd made a promise and she should have followed through. There wouldn't have been any real point, though, and there were much more important matters at hand. That he was okay — here, alive — superseded everything else. Instead, she nodded, mouth still twisted ruefully to the side. She didn't know why it mattered so much, except, on second thought, she kind of did. Cassian, as he was standing here before her now, had only known her for a matter of days. There was trust between them, but there wasn't time, and for all she knew, he might have expected her to take off running when the first opportunity presented itself. With anyone else, she might well have. With him, that was never on the table.
At least he seemed to mean what he said. For that matter, she doubted he would be standing here cooking in her kitchen if he thought she had left or something had happened to her. It hit hard, in that same way that was nice but painful, familiar but new, causing her to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from having a seriously overblown reaction. She probably could have played it off if she did — she still wasn't used to home-cooked meals — but she didn't want to risk it. One crack in her composure was too likely to cause the whole of it to shatter, barely held together as it was.
"You don't have to do that," she said instead as she followed him into the small kitchen. She had a feeling he might insist, probably because she would have done so, never wanting to be in someone's debt, but she meant it. "Honestly, you probably did me a favor. I wouldn't have made anything half as good."
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Date: 2025-05-07 11:51 pm (UTC)At least he seemed to mean what he said. For that matter, she doubted he would be standing here cooking in her kitchen if he thought she had left or something had happened to her. It hit hard, in that same way that was nice but painful, familiar but new, causing her to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from having a seriously overblown reaction. She probably could have played it off if she did — she still wasn't used to home-cooked meals — but she didn't want to risk it. One crack in her composure was too likely to cause the whole of it to shatter, barely held together as it was.
"You don't have to do that," she said instead as she followed him into the small kitchen. She had a feeling he might insist, probably because she would have done so, never wanting to be in someone's debt, but she meant it. "Honestly, you probably did me a favor. I wouldn't have made anything half as good."