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Poss. stuff in the lull between Death Star 1 blowing and the Battle of Hoth:
• Jyn+Cas (and however many of the others we want) survive Scarif; as soon as they get back to Yavin 4, Cas is stuck in a bacta tank, and after a while in a medical coma, he finally wakes up—to find Jyn is still there…?
• Cas likes to climb the Massassi ziggurat, maybe Jyn climbs up one with him; and/or they go for a hike in the jungle…
• Alliance is looking to rehome survivors of Jedha and Alderaan, J+C could help survey planets…?
• Alliance needs more members, C sent back out as recruiter if Jyn wants to join…? (could involve being in a city together)
• reunite on Hoth after getting separated during the evacuation of Yavin…?

Anytime:
• the process of figuring out how to get these crazy kids to sleep in the same room (if they want to)
• they're already sleeping in the same room when one wakes the other with a nightmare
• something purely fluffy like realizing they both have atrocious eating habits, or one does and the other tries to help them with that

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She'd meant whatever other recovery was ahead of him, but he was clearly feeling better as he got on a roll with... whatever this was. A confession of some kind? It wasn't clear at first, but the more he spoke, the closer they came to his point.

Whatever they've got him on for pain, it's just got him looped. He doesn't know what he's saying. Or that's what part of her said, the part that told her to run, hide, that one is plenty to look after, because everyone left anyway. But his eyes were clear, and it wasn't as though what he said were incoherent ramblings. Her chest hurt.

But she didn't want to leave him. Not out of guilt, or feeling indebted. "I don't know what's next either," she agreed finally, visibly uncomfortable with what she wants to say. "But I think -- I think that would be all right?"

[candor1]

A smile broke onto his face. Parts glad, hopeful, and relieved. (It crinkled his eyes pleasantly, as before. Unlike before, it also made him look younger.) He felt idiotic for letting go of her hand, but ah well. "Okay. …Thank you." And the Force.

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By the time her heart slowed down (why was this the scariest thing she'd ever done?) she was smiling as well, and she touched his hand again. "Now that's cleared up," she started, "I mean it, you have to concentrate on letting whatever you did to your body heal."

[candor1]

(Right there with you. He hadn't fumbled for words that badly when he'd had a hand in an interrogation droid and a blaster in his face.)

Her touch did something hard to pinpoint but tangible to his smile. He again crooked a finger to brush hers, back. Gently, with humor; also genuine regard—how entirely ready he was, any time, to follow her lead: "Yes, ma'am."

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The feeling was just as difficult to name inside Jyn -- but maybe it was enough to let it be a fragile, wild thing for now. "Don't mock me, Captain," she returned, just as seriously as he was.

[candor1]

He didn't have the capability for anything right now except honesty; and that was all that was in his voice. "I'm not."

No… he really wasn't.

What he was was starting to drift off again.

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There was a peculiar twinge in her chest, right where her heart sat under her rib cage. "Stop arguing and rest," she told him softly, squeezing his hand. "I'll be right here."

[candor1]

The squeeze of her hand made him feel safer and more comforted than any amount of painkillers. His fingers tightened for a moment on hers, back; and, per orders, he put back his head and closed his eyes.

Though his grip was gentle, she could move away the instant she wanted to, this time he didn't let go of her hand.