No husband or wife or both to contend with is what Jyn's soggy brain takes from that statement and she nods slowly like she is absorbing the knowledge, like there will be a test later except the test is their lives.

She seems to be thoughtfully considering this when her hand rolls in his and she uses her new grip on him to pull herself forward to kiss him.

She acts without thinking, uninjured hand lifting to steady herself against his shoulder, so it isn't a very active kiss. A press of her lips to his, a little lopsided, not quite centered, but his mouth is warm and soft and her brain completely fuzzes out like a blackout during a winter storm -- soft and muted, insulated into quiet by the snow outside but flooded with heat from the fire inside.