[ bending over to unzip her own little ankle boots, jyn kicks them off before nudging cassian's shoes into the right place with her toes. her own shoes remain askew. ]
You need to sit down, [ she counters, the kind of determination in her voice that means she will sit his ass down for him if he doesn't do it himself. ] You're limping.
[ and she knows it's not his leg because she knows the different ways he limps. he's being ginger. the same way she just refuses to use her arm when she's overworked it, his gait changes when his back is sore. she suspects no one else notices it, but she also knows that she gets to see the most of cassian's vulnerabilities without the spy façade.
jyn knows she could be more subtle, gentler about it -- coax him into sitting down instead of demanding it and pointing out his weakness, but she isn't going to coddle him and let him weasel out of it. ]
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You need to sit down, [ she counters, the kind of determination in her voice that means she will sit his ass down for him if he doesn't do it himself. ] You're limping.
[ and she knows it's not his leg because she knows the different ways he limps. he's being ginger. the same way she just refuses to use her arm when she's overworked it, his gait changes when his back is sore. she suspects no one else notices it, but she also knows that she gets to see the most of cassian's vulnerabilities without the spy façade.
jyn knows she could be more subtle, gentler about it -- coax him into sitting down instead of demanding it and pointing out his weakness, but she isn't going to coddle him and let him weasel out of it. ]