★ ┊ @venturingthestars
the wait for cassian's medical check-up is filled with pacing around the hallway and anxious fidgeting with her own fingers. they're cold, they've always been cold jyn knew they were but never was as aware of the fact as she'd been when her fingers laced with cassian's back on the shore of scarif. she thought that would be one of her last thoughts too.
it would've been a nice final thought, she reckons — how warm cassian's hands felt, rough and scarred much alike her own. what it feels like in her chest when she recalls the memory is something she's uncomfortable with. attachment, that is. she'd longed for it for as long as she'd been taken away from her parents; attachment to people or a place, a sense of belonging. and now that she has it she's unsure what to do with it. so she just waits.
and if people pass by and stare and find it odd for her to wait for the captain then so be it. jyn erso has faced judgement much worse before.
her pacing then comes to a halt when the door of the office slides open, her doe green eyes expectantly waiting to see cassian — see if he's okay, which is an irrational thing to do, jyn realises. he might be still healing but he did survive scarif. he'll survive a visit to the doctor just fine.
❛ hey, ❜ she welcomes him, a little awkward and breathless as though taken by surprise, suddenly pulled out of her musings. ❛ i-is everything okay, are you okay? ❜