"Mm," Jyn hummed thoughtfully, her breathing beginning to match to his. It wasn't easy, and, in fact, became less so every time they traded facts, to try to think of something that wouldn't just touch on some past trauma. In waking hours, that would be fine, but she didn't want to go that route now, not when he'd just woken up from a nightmare, and one that so prominently featured her and her insecurities. For the same reason, anything about the life she had previously had with him here seemed temporarily off-limits. There would be a time to circle back to all of that, but this wasn't it (oh, she hoped they would have time).

"The necklace I wear was my mother's," she settled on, doubting that fact would have made an appearance in the Alliance's research on her. "She gave it to me... the last time I saw her. All the lives I've had — different planets, different names... different prisons... — and it's the only thing I've ever kept with me, or even tried to."