His arm around her was an unexpected relief, more of one than Jyn thought it should be. She didn't know, or maybe just didn't want to consider, why his suggesting that he sleep elsewhere had her so on edge, mentally braced as if for a blow. There was no reason to believe it meant he would leave. It was just the weight of everything catching up to her, probably, or some last vestige of a dream of her own that she couldn't consciously remember now, still clinging to her in the darkness.

She tried to focus instead on him and his words, ones she remembered him saying earlier, too. The sentiment was gorgeous, one that cut right to the heart of so many of her insecurities and the ensuing defense mechanisms she'd built up around them. It was so much harder to have something — someone — worth keeping and fear that loss than prevent it from happening in the first place.

"I'm here," she said again, still holding him close. "What you saw, it wasn't real."