She is definitely not fine. There's a very small pinch of relief that she isn't thrashing or trapped in the dream, but it doesn't make her fine. He again moves without thinking, lifting that same hand and cradling her face gently while he still holds her hand with the other, uncaring about the wetness from her tears.

"Jyn." Name repetition, soft and steady, combined with the pressure of touch. It's not the first time he's had to pull her from her own head, but it's far gentler than before. They're in a bed rather than needing to run away for their lives, and he has the time to be so. "I'm right here. You are safe."