He seems mostly content to just keep hold on her hand for now, as long as the contact isn't broken. Normally he might move to help her slide off her boots, but it feels like a lot of concentrated effort to stay upright right now.

Cassian frowns. "I ate." It's argumentative because he did eat some rations but - she's right. It's been quite a while since he had anything substantial, but it's the sort of thing that usually falls to the wayside on these sort of missions. He tends to only take the sleep and nourishment required to keep alive.

He watches her boot fall and wishes his body would cooperate, but instead his head just drops to her shoulder, which probably isn't going to help her with the other boot, but it feels very nice. "Breakfast?"

Though it might be too late by the time he gets up, if he manages to fall asleep.