Welcome home, he had said, and maybe she was. Maybe a home didn't have to be a place ... maybe it could be a person, and maybe - maybe she had found hers.

She found her breath, and eagerly returned the kiss, and huffed out a breathless laugh as well, because how could she ever have thought anything else ...

"Me too, Cassian, me too", she answered, her fingers gentle as they traced along his jawline. "But here we are."

And, she hoped, on the verge of something very good. And after everything, wasn't that long overdue?