Jyn clutched at Cassian as wave after wave of sensation washed over her, each one a little less powerful than the last, stealing her breath and her strength. But Cassian held her tight and kept her safe and as she came back to herself a little at at a time, her grip lessened.

Slowly, she trailed her fingertips along the line of his shoulders, what little breath she had catching in her throat to hear the whispered sentiment - not claiming, but true nonetheless. She had willingly given Cassian her heart, her soul, whatever else she was made of. She was his.

"My Cassian."