Jyn hates Hoth. She hates the snow and the white and the wind and the cold and everything conceivable about the icy planet. Even things she used to like she finds herself hating out of spite. She likes Cassian, though, and she likes Bodhi. Hoth's only redeeming qualities.
Which is what usually finds her in Cassian's room when he and Bodhi are off being useful and Draven is punishing her for existing. He's not, he would happily get her out of his hair, but Jyn is terrifyingly competent at assaulting Storm Troopers and the rest of the rebels should have at least some degree of that competency. Jyn enjoys the violence as a form of stress relief, but she hates feeling like she's been grounded, she hates watching Bodhi and Cassian fly away. And so she curls up under Cassian's blankets and continues to hate Draven.
But that's probably something she just won't get over. She's not evolved enough.
"'m not hogging," she protests, voice muffled from where her face is pressed into his pillow. She shifts the tiniest bit, making room, offering approximately three inches of blanket to him. That's enough, surely. Besides, "You've got that nice coat."
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Jyn hates Hoth. She hates the snow and the white and the wind and the cold and everything conceivable about the icy planet. Even things she used to like she finds herself hating out of spite. She likes Cassian, though, and she likes Bodhi. Hoth's only redeeming qualities.
Which is what usually finds her in Cassian's room when he and Bodhi are off being useful and Draven is punishing her for existing. He's not, he would happily get her out of his hair, but Jyn is terrifyingly competent at assaulting Storm Troopers and the rest of the rebels should have at least some degree of that competency. Jyn enjoys the violence as a form of stress relief, but she hates feeling like she's been grounded, she hates watching Bodhi and Cassian fly away. And so she curls up under Cassian's blankets and continues to hate Draven.
But that's probably something she just won't get over. She's not evolved enough.
"'m not hogging," she protests, voice muffled from where her face is pressed into his pillow. She shifts the tiniest bit, making room, offering approximately three inches of blanket to him. That's enough, surely. Besides, "You've got that nice coat."
She loves that coat.