Jyn would have tenderly wiped them away, but she was sidetracked as he leaned close and kissed her once again, easily getting lost in it and returning it and imbuing it with all the need she held.

"That long?", she quietly asked, even though the seeds had been planted then for her, as well. She hadn't trusted - not at first - but as they navigated Jedha and Eadu, even Scarif, those seeds had blossomed, even if she hadn't recognized what was growing. "I didn't know."

He had come back for her, time and time again, when she was far more used to being left behind. She should have known then, that he was doing it for a reason, that he cared more than she had ever hoped for.