it's probably going to take quite a while, like most things do, but cassian is so good at following the tiniest threads of information, if anyone is going to be able to figure this out it is cassian andor. ]
[ you know he can't turn his brain off like that! there are too many thoughts swimming around in his head, even if half of them don't make any sense. ]
[ he leans over and brushes a kiss atop her head. ] Go back to sleep. I am going to read for a little while.
[ jyn studies him for a long moment, clearly weighing if she trusts he will sleep in a timely manner. she decides to give him the benefit of the doubt and sinks back down on their bed, pulling the blankets up over herself. ]
[ but at least he burrows back into bed beside her in a much more timely manner, letting her curling up against him lull him back to sleep instead. progress? ]
[ there is both zero surprise at catra perched on her balcony and zero hesitation to gesture her inside. ]
He's making dinner, fish and chips.
[ he had come home from meeting catra and had a lot to say about her questionable opinions, but jyn had reminded him that her own opinions had been protectively questionable for a while there too.
[ jyn immediately texts cassian to add another fish to the fryer. ]
We have fish a lot.
[ she is an islander at heart, however cold the island and coast might have been. fish for breakfast, fish for lunch, fish for dinner. she had sardines on toast for breakfast. ]
We had squirrelfish steaks last night. [ a meaty, unfishy tasting steak, slathered in cucumber mango salsa. delish. ] Tonight's is called drum or something.
I don't really remember the name of 'em. They all taste good! Fish is definitely my new favorite food since I got here.
[ She jumps indoors belatedly and jumps onto Jyn's bed, bouncing there happily. There's a small gym bag on her shoulder. Presumably that's where the boardgame is, but... maybe some other stuff is in there, too. ]
[ catra reminds jyn of herself, but herself when she was seven. maybe herself if she was never weighed down by the war. as such, jyn sweeps a throw pillow of cassian's chair and chucks it at her.
if not for throwing why is it called a throw pillow! ]
Cassian can make another one if you wanna get off my bed and stay.
He's... [ a hum as she decides on the right word. catra isn't going to listen regardless, jyn knows that as well as she knows her own name, but it is the principle of the thing. ]
[ jyn can brush off everything -- but this one is tough. this is too much like jedha, like scarif; the impossibly loud rumble, the feeling like the ground is shaking apart beneath her, the rush to flee. this is the second time in as many months the reminder of scarif has sucked the air out of her lungs and set her nerves alight. ]
[No. That's not the reassurance she's looking for, but it puts Clarke into Planning Mode. She has a lot on her plate (with more coming), but—]
Do you have a way out? Somewhere to take shelter?
[The problem with Earth Skills was that it never really prepared them for an earthquake. They always knew they'd land in the eastern part of the United States.]
Page 33 of 51