Jyn's head bobs in a nod as she moves for the chair, flinging her robe on it so messily it makes it look like a paper thin person is draped across it. She should have been neater, but Jyn is not a neat person. She put it where he suggested, isn't that enough?

Back in just her nightgown, she tiptoes to the bed, watching Cassian idly as she smooths her blanket out a bit more before pulling the blankets back and heaving herself up to kneel on the bed. It's higher than hers, as well as being bigger. Even though she's been royal since birth, this bed makes her feel like a princess and her attention wavers from staring at the way Cassian's nightshirt turns slightly sheer in the firelight to kneading the sheets and blankets like a curious kitten.

"Your bed is bigger than mine." Is she jealous? Is she just idly noting it? Is she angling to trade? It's the second option, obvious when she continues. "But I suppose you are also bigger than me."