It was strange, how two fully contradictory feelings could exist at once. Jyn knew with an almost strange certainty that behind the teasing, the sentiment was genuine. He was the one who'd suggested resuming those classes as something they could do together, and anyway, it wasn't as if she was keeping him captive on the Falcon with her. She wanted him there, of course, but she wouldn't have stopped him if he wanted to be elsewhere, to live or to sleep or just to spend time. He hadn't given any indication that he was bored or frustrated with the arrangement, and neither had she. As far as she was concerned, they had a hell of a lot of time to catch up on. They were, in some ways, still getting to know each other.

Of course, in the ways that mattered most, they already did, that instinctive understanding that began to bloom, wordless, between them somewhere between Yavin 4 and Jedha. Now they were filling in the gaps with their respective details and facts.

Alongside that certainty was the quiet fear that he would get sick of her. She had never been worth keeping around to anyone before. Maybe, once the newness wore off, he would begin to lose interest. Maybe his past here with her would be too much after all; maybe she wouldn't be able to give him the kind of life he wanted, that he'd once dreamed about with someone else.

She could drive herself crazy with all of the hypotheticals, and she didn't want to do that. This wasn't the time, with him warm beside her and at least sounding like he was smiling again, which was what she'd wanted. They couldn't promise forever, but she could take him at his word that this was what he wanted.

"Good thing the animals like having you around," she teased, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Well, and good thing I do, too."