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[realists]

She does appreciate it, dragging it over her shoulder and down her arm and she's free. While she was... something, about taking his pants off, she doesn't seem at all uneasy standing around without a shirt on. She isn't even that bothered by Cassian not having pants on, it was just how it came out was all wrong.

Anyway, free of her shirt, she flings it toward the stairs and easily wriggles out of her shorts, scooping them and Cassian's pants up before she throws them to the stairs as well. Then she grabs the hose and passes it to Cassian.

"Oh it's gonna be freezing, but. Do it quick." She scoots back a few paces and scrunches up her face, waiting for the cold blast of clean water to hit her before the warm water finds it's way out.

[evasives]

Once it's all over and done clothes-wise, Cassian doesn't seem much concerned about standing around with her either. He likes his privacy, but it isn't like the Rebellion affords constant closed quarters.

He takes the hose with amusement and very briefly considers aiming it at her face in a childish thought, but he shoves it down and turns the water on. He lets it shoot out for a few seconds into the grass before aiming it at her legs first. "It was laying in the sun all day. It can't be too cold."

He hoses up her legs and steadfastly avoids tracing his eyes over the curve of her waist when he washes off the mud from her torso next, then her arms, soaking her through but washing down all the mud from her skin. He gestures for her to spin around so he can get her back too. He'd just walk but. You know. Leaning mostly on one leg.

[realists]

It's not as cold as she expected but she still jerks when the spray hits her. She turns when he directs her to, dancing back and forth as he hoses her off like a child that needs to use the bathroom.

At least Cassian's pants got the majority of the mud so that was sorted.

Her head turns over her shoulder to look back at him. "Thanks."

[evasives]

"I think I got most of it." He is trying not to look too closely just because he's hyperaware of how much skin is there. Especially when she looks over her shoulder. He nods his you're welcome.

Cassian offers over the hose to Jyn. "You took the brunt of the mud, but." He is not nearly as filthy, but just in case.

[realists]

Luckily it's mostly Cassian's arms and legs so those are quick to deal with before Jyn takes his hand and puts it on her waist like she needs the support. And maybe she does, on her tiptoes as she cups her hand and gathers some water to gently get the mud off his cheek. The mud she swiped across his cheek.

"There." She smiles up at him, letting the hose water the grass at their feet. "All clear."

[evasives]

He is a little surprised when she pulls his hand towards her, but there's only a hint of it. Cassian finds the tiniest of smiles growing on his face when she cleans off his cheek, and he uses his other hand to curl up and keep hers trapped there, focusing on that instead of her damp waist.

"Does that mean we can finally eat?"

[realists]

How dare he be so affectionate toward her, it's not fair at all. She has zero resistance. She would follow this man to the ends of the galaxy.

"Yeah. We can finally eat. Come on." Abandoning the hose -- she'll shut it off in a bit -- she draws her hand back with some reluctance, but loops her arm around his waist to drag him inside so they can dry off and change and finally eat.