She remembers how out of place she'd felt without her clothes and hopes him return to him soon. The way his hand settles on her middle has Jyn releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, hand coiling around his forearm and holding fast as if to keep him exactly where he is. His eyes go right through her, as close as they are, and she swallows dryly before leaning forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. His scent is familiar and comforting and she finds herself unable to keep her eyes open in this position. Her other hand comes up from where it's been squashed between them to anchor against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her palm and allowing it to slow her down enough to sleep. Or at least consider getting there soon.