Jyn's cheeks colored a dusky pink, but she wasn't uncomfortable as she welcomed him closer, allowed the breaching of her personal space, the slow, deliberate exploration of her face, her throat, the parts of her that were still covered by clothing.

She tried to commit Cassian to memory, too, as she let her fingers wander and she traced along one cheekbone, down the bridge of his nose, even making an attempt to smooth out the little worry knot that took up residence between his brows.