[ jyn doesn't seem to mind the quiet, but then again she purposefully gave herself something to do so she could keep her mind occupied not overthinking what happened in the elevator. she's still thinking, but not overthinking.
the way her fingers press into his back, cold from holding the water, is as familiar as always, no hesitation as her palms press flat and her fingers splay out toward his hips. it always starts the same, like she's centering herself against his injuries and reminding herself that he is, in fact, still in front of her and not crumpled in a broken heap at the bottom of the data vault. reminding herself to be gentle, that her hands can heal, not just hurt. ]
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the way her fingers press into his back, cold from holding the water, is as familiar as always, no hesitation as her palms press flat and her fingers splay out toward his hips. it always starts the same, like she's centering herself against his injuries and reminding herself that he is, in fact, still in front of her and not crumpled in a broken heap at the bottom of the data vault. reminding herself to be gentle, that her hands can heal, not just hurt. ]
Tell me if it's too much.