[It's good her arms go around his neck and not his bruised and battered sides. He still winces imperceptibly when she wraps her arms around him and presses in close, but the pain is bearable and easy to ignore. His bad arm is trapped between him, and that's the source of most of his pain, but it doesn't stop him from wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her closer, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric at her shoulder.
She was real and solid, and aside from Poe's connections, the first real tie to their universe he's had evidence of. They were meant to be dead, and maybe they were, but Jyn was there, standing on the river bank with him on this strange planet. A single thread of familiarity in a universe of new possibilities.
He stands silent and still for a long while, holding onto her and staring past her at the trees and river beyond. No flash of emerald and white brightens the sky. The river continues to flow without the sound of stormtrooper boots charging down the shoreline. They're alone, and together. Was the portl really responsible, or had it been the Empire's superweapon?]
man of many words
She was real and solid, and aside from Poe's connections, the first real tie to their universe he's had evidence of. They were meant to be dead, and maybe they were, but Jyn was there, standing on the river bank with him on this strange planet. A single thread of familiarity in a universe of new possibilities.
He stands silent and still for a long while, holding onto her and staring past her at the trees and river beyond. No flash of emerald and white brightens the sky. The river continues to flow without the sound of stormtrooper boots charging down the shoreline. They're alone, and together. Was the portl really responsible, or had it been the Empire's superweapon?]