This, his hand in hers as he moved them through the water, her eyes half-closed against the sunlight and limbs loose, was as much a sign of trust as anything else that had occurred between them so far. Simple as it might have been, it spoke volumes that she could be so at ease around him. Normally, any one of these things would have set her on edge — her clothes discarded on the rock where they'd been sitting, her knife with them, which left her unarmed, someone else guiding her movements, however limited the scope of them may have been. Instead, Jyn wasn't even thinking about any of that. She was aware, inasmuch as she always would be, but she didn't have to be alert. She could just be with him.
Within that, there was a fine line to walk. Knowing him, not wanting to be disingenuous and pretend that she didn't know him, also not wanting to take advantage of information she'd gained from, technically, someone else, all of it was a delicate balance to try to strike, not unlike the way she drifted on the surface of the water now. So far, at least since telling him that he'd been here before, she hadn't found it nearly as difficult as she would have expected, but the idea of it was there throughout everything, especially when he said things like that.
"I can hear you thinking," she said, gently, wryly teasing. She stayed as she was, weightless in the water, as she considered his words and how to phrase her response. "There is no right question. But there's no wrong one, either. Anything you ask, I'll answer. Might not solve anything, but it'll be out there, at least."
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Date: 2025-06-08 04:00 am (UTC)Within that, there was a fine line to walk. Knowing him, not wanting to be disingenuous and pretend that she didn't know him, also not wanting to take advantage of information she'd gained from, technically, someone else, all of it was a delicate balance to try to strike, not unlike the way she drifted on the surface of the water now. So far, at least since telling him that he'd been here before, she hadn't found it nearly as difficult as she would have expected, but the idea of it was there throughout everything, especially when he said things like that.
"I can hear you thinking," she said, gently, wryly teasing. She stayed as she was, weightless in the water, as she considered his words and how to phrase her response. "There is no right question. But there's no wrong one, either. Anything you ask, I'll answer. Might not solve anything, but it'll be out there, at least."