Cassian was a notoriously light sleeper and sleeping on a hard, plastic chair hunched over Jyn’s bedside hadn’t helped. Still, he’d slept and finally gotten rest after days. And then he felt the squeeze of his hand. For a moment, he laid still, unsure if he’d really felt her hand squeeze his or if it was a trick of sleep deprivation.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and lifted his head, groaning a bit from the crick that had formed while he’d been sleeping. This time when he looked at Jyn, he was met with her beautiful green eyes and not just her sleeping. His chest was suddenly so full he thought it might burst.

“Jyn…” Cassian said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Jyn… you’re alive. You made it.” He gingerly pushed himself up out of the chair with his good leg to lean over her and press a kiss to her forehead, and then a small, chaste one to her lips. For once he didn’t look around to see who, if anyone was watching – all of Hoth could get a good glimpse for all he cared. Jyn was alive.

He sat back down and pulled his chair closer, his fingers twined with hers. He wasn’t quite sure how much the bacta tank had healed her broken fingers and was careful not to apply too much pressure. “You came back to me, even if you did scare the shit out of me…”