So Cassian now knew that Jyn was allergic to the Lah'musian berry. He traded for the information by telling Jyn that he was allergic to Jogan fruit. Could come in handy if they ever needed to flush out an imposter, or knock the other out of commission for some reason, or… who cares. It was weaknesses shared. AKA trust.
Couldn't take another bite… He suppressed a smile. He knew a lot of her life had been lived in deprivation. (His too; if he remember Jerón right, then genetically Cassian might have grown a lot taller and broader if—also if—he hadn't been so malnourished as a kid.) It was so good to see her laughing and content. In light of that. But also… at all.
He gathered up the leftovers, put them back in containers—maybe less meticulously than if he'd been alone—and got up to deposit all of it in the room's small conservator.
That, unfortunately, left him standing again. He turned to her, still smiling, but irresolute where to go. (Back to the bed? With her?)
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Couldn't take another bite… He suppressed a smile. He knew a lot of her life had been lived in deprivation. (His too; if he remember Jerón right, then genetically Cassian might have grown a lot taller and broader if—also if—he hadn't been so malnourished as a kid.) It was so good to see her laughing and content. In light of that. But also… at all.
He gathered up the leftovers, put them back in containers—maybe less meticulously than if he'd been alone—and got up to deposit all of it in the room's small conservator.
That, unfortunately, left him standing again. He turned to her, still smiling, but irresolute where to go. (Back to the bed? With her?)