She would have thought that the whole waking process would have taken a little while longer, bits and pieces one at a time. But no, Cassian did it in his own characteristic way, which was to say with deliberation and like he had a cadre of storm troopers breathing down his neck. His movement has surprising precision for someone coming out of a coma.

Moving quickly, she gets up from her place in the chair. "Slow, Cassian. Slow," she pleaded in hushed tones, as he reached for a weapon that wasn't there. Unbidden, she reached for his grasping hand, though half a second later she wondered maybe if that was a wise choice. "Don't hurt yourself more."