"Sure," Jyn offers, noncommittal. She also hopes one day she won't need to avoid him because she can't feel like this for the rest of her life, she'll go insane, she'll jump out an airlock or a window.

Drawing her hand free from Rey's lax grip, Jyn smooths back her hair, smiling softly at her daughter.

"You should lay down with her, so she doesn't kick off again." Something about bad sleep habits, but whatever, she's a baby. They can teach her better habits later when she isn't in the middle of Empire territory. They can do a lot of things when they're not in the middle of Empire territory.