For a split second, Jyn held her breath as he sat up, aware of his posture and curled fists, but she didn't move away. She'd known that she was running the risk of provoking an unintended response, and more importantly, she knew with bone-deep certainty that he would never consciously harm her. The only worry she had was for him, even more so when she saw his reaction. Under other circumstances — had they both been awake, at least — she wouldn't have hesitated to go to him. Right now, though, that seemed more likely to make things worse rather than better.

So, instead, she stayed where she was, pulling her legs under her so she was kneeling on the mattress and facing him, her hands not fully raised but still held palm out. Although he wasn't looking at her, the position was meant to be one of both safety and vulnerability: demonstrating herself as not a threat, and showing him that she didn't see him as one, either. She didn't know and wouldn't try to guess what had him so shaken, but with any sort of awakening like this, that seemed like the best place to start.

"Don't be sorry," she murmured, trying to keep her expression at least somewhat schooled. It broke her heart a little to see him like this, for him to have lurched away from her the way he did, but that couldn't have been further from the point right now. "It's all right," she said again. "You're all right."