"That I'm short?" Jyn echoed, laughing again, soft and amused in her incredulity. With practically each moment that passed and each word exchanged, it felt as if the odds of her surviving this without getting her heart broken again diminished substantially. Not for the first time today, and probably not for the last, either, she told herself that the smart thing would be to give herself some distance, to sever this attachment before it could take root again. She had forgotten how good it felt to be around him, though, easy and right.

In a way, it felt like coming home. It shouldn't, and yet she savored it, warmth suffusing through her.

"When I was young," she said, another fact of her own, "right around the time I realized I wouldn't be getting much if any taller, I hated being so short. Hated that people would look at me and just see a scrawny little girl. Saw taught me that being underestimated could be a strength, and how to use it to my advantage."