Jyn didn't hesitate to lie down with him again, curling against his side with her head on his shoulder. She felt fully awake now, too much for falling back asleep to come easily, but even if all she did was lie here, she didn't want to be anywhere but with him. Again, she had the thought that she was better at showing things than telling them. It wasn't as if she felt she had anything to prove here, but maybe the extent of trust she had in him would come through more clearly like this.

"Yeah," she agreed, quiet and almost fond, as she brought her hand up to rest against his chest, fingers splayed out over his heart. "Of course." For a moment, she was quiet, thinking through the facts she'd given him already and what might still be left.

"My father was a terrible farmer. That's not why I took up gardening — that, I just sort of fell into. But I think about it sometimes, how he was no good at farming, and... not being tied to that, I guess." Was that the fact she'd meant to tell? Was it enough of one? She wasn't sure. The softer, more carefully kept truth followed some seconds later, one she wasn't sure she'd actually told anyone before. "It feels good. Keeping things alive, for a change."