"There's not much to show," Jyn said, her smile small and self-deprecating. She obliged easily, though, winding toward the little garden, her hand clasping Cassian's. "I started it... a couple of years ago, I think. Herbs, mostly. Something useful."

The garden at the house, their house, had been bigger. She hadn't been back since the night she burned it down, but she had no doubt that it had all long since withered and died. This one had been meant to be a fresh start for herself. There was probably some kind of metaphor there.

"I'd already been living here. On the ship, I mean. I honestly don't remember when that happened."