[it's no small thing, being the center of cassian's focus; it's no less intense than it's ever been. after an absence, jyn feels the acuity of that intensity — not as a sharp thing to startle her, but as something warm and welcomed. like his touch, like the half-laugh she pulls out of him every so often, like... him in general.

he's a good audience, and for a good audience, the story is easy. even for someone who isn't good with her words.

and so is the smile that lingers with traces of amusement for a time, before smoothing out, rather than faltering.]

Sure, [she offers in response, with a tilt of her head on the pillow rather than a shrug of her shoulder; it's comfortable where she is, entangled with him, and she'd rather not do anything to disturb that.] If you forget the idiot who wouldn't stop trying to tell people it was a good idea to send someone who doesn't know how to fight into a forest full of monsters that'll definitely kill them.

[it's abundantly clear that she's still sore about that, even if the rest of the group had ended up having the sense to vote against it. like... what kind of brainless thing?]

Or the idiot who was trying to plan escalations during peace talks.

[oh, has she neglected to mention this part up until now?]