Perhaps it would set her at ease to know that he felt exactly the same. Perhaps it would amuse her. He'd accept either. He'd seen Jyn face death, destruction, loss, and a nightmare that had followed her ever since she was a child, and all without batting an eye. He'd seen nothing more than her convictions and the strength of her beliefs convince men more jaded than he was to follow her into certain death.

She'd been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen when he opened his eyes after sessions in the bacta tank and surgeries alike and found her with him, watching over him like some sort of ... guardian angel, if he believed in such things.

He'd never seen her quite so awkward and unsure of herself - unsure of how to behave with him. The thought sent a pang of guilt rocketing through his body, rooting him to the spot. "Should we - I mean ... find someplace a little more ... private?"