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.
He shifts gently, slightly, to fold his arms the rest of the way around her, resting his face against her dark hair. His chest rises against her as he breathes the closeness of her, and he also does his best to modulate his chest under her palm, as if her touch is something that could fly away.
The release of holding her finally allows his exhaustion to overtake him. But as he starts to drift off, his inhibitions lighten just enough for him to press his lips briefly to her hairline. And whisper, to either or both of them, "Welcome home."
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The release of holding her finally allows his exhaustion to overtake him. But as he starts to drift off, his inhibitions lighten just enough for him to press his lips briefly to her hairline. And whisper, to either or both of them, "Welcome home."