Jyn's never been all that shy about admitting she doesn't like Cassian's job. She knows it's an unfortunate necessity and that what he does will help promise peace in the galaxy and she knows he is the best at what he does.

But she hates how it makes him feel. She hates the way he isn't allowed to talk about it, the way he comes home silent sometimes and washes away blood and sin in the shower, the way he struggles with his job. Luckily, Draven has always been an easy repository for her hate -- first for her father, it had quickly become because of Cassian. She hates what the rebellion makes Cassian do. They had survived impossible odds and the worst kind of near death but while she and Bodhi are tasked with missions that are comparably easy, Cassian is still sent out on his intelligence missions.

And Jyn doesn't know how to help him deal with that kind of fall out.

Her mouth slants into a frown, fingers sliding up to push his hair back from his temple, soft and easy. "What do you need?"