Relatable, honestly. Cassian doesn't think Scarif is ever going to stop following him as long as they're here, no matter how much he avoids thinking about it.

They've slept wound up close before (fell asleep that way just tonight), but never really... facing each other like this. Still, Cassian takes the momentum of it and just tugs her in closer, like maybe that will help her sleep. "Get comfortable," he mutters gently. Maybe she would rather be looking outward. Maybe she wants to wriggle her arms free.

He just wants to find something that keeps Scarif away from both of them.