Of course that was what it took, Jyn thought. Her past wasn't a liability to her here, which she suspected was also true for him, in a different way. Even if that hadn't been the case, though—

She didn't spend much time on what ifs, mostly because that tended to be an exercise in misery. Things happened the way they happened, and she was who she was as a result of it. Every once in a while, though, there was an exception, and this was one. If they had somehow survived that mission, if they had limped back from Scarif together, if she had stayed, if he'd have wanted her to... Had that all been the case, she tended to believe that she would have felt the same way then. It probably would have all been that much harder to talk about, but for him, with him, she would have.

For a moment, she considered saying as much, but quickly decided against it. They hadn't survived, and they were here now, which was more important.

So, too, was his suggestion, drawing a smile from her. "Why not?" she agreed, staying seated so she could untie her boots, then peel off her socks. "We're here, no one else is. Might as well."