"You're going to spoil her." Says the woman that barely lets her cry, who would have absolutely let her drink the rest of the milk, and spends 96% of her day attending to the tiny child like she's a bloody princess. Says the woman who stretches her fingers out to tickle Rey's belly because it causes those little bleats of laughter that melt Jyn's heart into a puddle of affection.

"Tell Papa you shan't be a rotten little girl. You're going to have chores... once you know what that means. And you're not going to be one of those babies with loads of toys you never play with." Rey blows a spit bubble at Jyn, like she doesn't like this decree, and Jyn bursts into laughter. "What's that, you wee rude child?"