Fulcrum

It was something one of the older children had taught them the basics of, along with making baskets and traps for small animals, and Kassa had taught himself more and more intricate variations for Kerri. Sometimes throughout his life, when Cassian would walk alone into nature, if there was workable plant life he'd still make one and leave it, like an offering to her. It had come in handy on one mission, when he'd taught a child how to do it to keep their focus fixed ahead of them.

"Yeah," he said. "When we visit the forest."

He was breathing slowly now. He almost felt he could sleep again. If only he could get the requisite rest from this state, half-drowsing talking to Jyn, still being aware of her. "You?"