a general encounter between armies, ships of war, or aircraft
an extended contest, struggle, or controversy
a struggle to succeed or survive
a combat between two persons
“You sure you want to do this already? You just got out of the medbay?”
It’s been 6 weeks since they landed from Scarif.
It’s been 1 week since Cassian got out of the bacta tank; the bruises are healed but his back might be hurt forever in some way. Maybe just an occasional ache, but probably consistent seizing and pain. If the doctors are to be believed.
Jyn shouldn’t be the person trying to convince Cassian of that, but she was. No one else seemed to notice what was going on, all focused on the lost plans and the kidnapped princess. Draven all but wrote Cassian off, deciding he might can help train spies, if after sufficient review they decide to trust him again.
“Just fucking hit me Jyn.”
That was answer enough, she thought. She shook the thoughts away and threw him an easy dodge, a slow uppercut with her nondominant hand.
She wanted him to build his strength back up; didn’t want to test him too hard.
“I said fucking hit me. I know you can do better than that.”
She could, and he asked, so she did.
Jyn landed way more blows than he could dodge. They weren’t 100 percent but they were hard enough that he didn’t give her any more lip about holding back. Her kicks were well aimed, and she kept her footwork nice and limber.
A sparring session hadn’t felt that good in years.
“You’re gonna feel it in the morning, you know.” She tossed a towel over to Cassian and raised her brows.
“I know,” was all he said at first. She didn’t stand down and eventually he returned her stare.
“Thank you Jyn. For being here. For staying. Not just with the Alliance, but with me in the medbay. You didn’t need to do that.”
“I don’t know why, but did. You told me welcome home. You’re stuck with me now.
Besides, you’ll obviously need me when you get back to missions. I’ll have your back.”
She meant every word. She was decided. He didn’t know everything about her but something told her over time, he’d know. And she wanted to know everything about him too.
Despite all of her training. Despite all of her near-death experiences and the ones to come, that told her the end was always near.
Despite it all, she made plans for the future. It started with them walking to the mess hall, and ended with them still walking together after the final fight, whole.
