"Yeah?" Jyn asked, that same small smile in place. He'd told her enough now that she could at least guess that the source of the knowledge wasn't anything positive, but the mental image of it was unbearably sweet in spite of that. It brought to mind again her own haphazard childhood toys, carved from pieces of wood or sewn from scraps of old clothes, a temporary facsimile of a childhood that she never got to hold onto. They both lost so much, so early. "Will you show me sometime?"

Before he had shown up again, she'd forgotten what this felt like: wanting to know everything about him that she could, treasuring every detail he gave her. All of the facts they'd traded did nothing to lessen that.