Of course it's the talk of punching that settles her. It only makes sense. But he's glad for the distraction from her dreams, so sorry about your life Melshi, he's gonna help her drag you.
"We are trained to fight. Melshi just made the mistake of underestimating you, whether from your size or because you were a prisoner. Maybe both. If you do ask him for round two, I'm sure he will agree."
Her eyebrows jump up, considering. She knows Melshi thought she was a little boy, not a very angry adult woman, of course he underestimated her. She doesn't, however, think he'll stop underestimating her now that the whole of the Alliance knows she is definitely a woman.
"Would you?" Agree to fight with her, underestimate her, it's really up to him, but Jyn personally wants to know if he'd be willing to spar with his brand new wife.
He is maybe a little taken aback initially, but when he thinks about it, it's not really a surprise.
"I don't underestimate anyone." Because in his line of spy work, anyone can kill you. "You want to spar with me?" That is more or less what she's asking he's pretty sure, but he's going to clarify, to give himself more time to answer.
It's not necessarily a no. It's definitely unusual and Draven would probably have a conniption, which honestly makes him want to say yes more than anything else.
She could explain that she's heard so much about him from his people, but especially from the maids who lace her up in the mornings and try to coax her into brushing her hair while they drink tea on her bed because she won't take much help but she won't send them away because they enjoy the relaxing break gossiping about their prince. They're unendingly loyal to him and quite sweet, but they didn't hesitate even a moment before telling Jyn about when, where, and how Cassian worked out and that if you stood perfectly still in one particular spot you could spy on the rebel calisthenics without being noticed.
Actually maybe she should tell him that the maids know everything. Maybe after he answers her.
"I'm your wife, no one else is going to spar with me and Bodhi needs loads more practice to be up to par."
Cassian is still a spy even though he's also a prince, and he is very aware sometimes of the way his and the rebels' training is watched. It doesn't bother him much, mostly because sometimes it even motivates people to join. The gossip is never going to stop, and it's useful now and then at any rate.
He can hear Draven's disagreement, but Cassian wants a friend, not an awkwardness. "We can," he says, imagining Draven's scowl and almost smiling. "You're more than welcome to join the rest of the training that happens here too, as is Bodhi. Princess Leia herself has gone through some rigorous training. Not everyone likes it when their royals learn to fight, but not everyone makes the rules."
"I don't need to learn to fight," she reminds him, though it doesn't sound like she doesn't think she could use work or a refresher course or that she won't happily throw herself into learning different techniques and angles and styles. Even in the dim firelight, her eyes are sparkling with anticipation.
Training was her life with Saw and, frankly, that's what she misses the most.
She has nothing to do on Fest, it feels like, because all she is is Cassian's Wife and she's never wanted to be relegated to someone that just belonged to someone else -- even if she knows that that is not how Cassian feels about it. She'll even fight in a bloody dress, if she has to.
"You know the maids spy on you, right? Particularly when you're training. They're quite fond of watching you train."
"I didn't say you needed to," he says carefully, watching how she immediately latches onto the idea anyway. "But I like to keep up with it, like exercise."
And once Jyn proves she's capable, he's sure there are some rebels who won't care that she's his wife. They stopped putting so much stock in his being their prince, at least in the sense of no longer being afraid to spar with him. It may have taken some time, but he got there!
Her reveal has him exhaling a sigh though. "Yes, I know. It's pointless to stop them. Have they said something to you?"
"They say a lot of things to me." The maids are very loquacious when it comes to their new princess, especially when it comes to (what Jyn assumes is supposed to be) subtly pushing the prince and princess together.
She doesn't offer anything else they may say to her however.
Satisfied that she can at least keep up her training, her eyes finally close, burrowing deeper under the covers and mashing her head in a very unladylike manner into the pillow, long curls spreading across the pillow like an oil spill.
He can imagine the sorts of things they say to Jyn, that it doesn't surprise him she doesn't elaborate. They're definitely not at that point.
"It doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?" Because really, that's the ultimate concern here! He's sure Jyn wouldn't put up with anything she doesn't want to, but he already knows her maids are quite fond of her and maybe she might like them enough to be worried about them in return if they went too far -
He's overthinking this, clearly, but his brain is already stuck on look after Jyn since he heard her screaming. Even if she looks far better now, smashing her face into the pillow.
Her head shakes, still smooshed into the pillow, eyes still closed.
"No." He is definitely overthinking it, she's quite capable to throwing a pillow at them when they go a little too far. Wriggling, she gathers more of the blankets around her, building up a pile around her like a little nest.
"Would you--" She stops before she can finish the sentence, shaking her head again.
Not that he thought it would be a yes, but Cassian is relieved anyway when she says no. He settles in a little more comfortably himself, pulling up the blankets higher and tighter, though not quite the nest Jyn is building.
He tilts his head to look at her, even though her face is still half buried in the pillow. "Would I what?"
It's half muffled into the pillow, but not enough to disguise what she asked. She doesn't want to be alone and she knows Cassian is there, of course she knows, but it's a rather large bed and she doesn't want to wake up again imagining she's all alone in the cave.
She almost sound apologetic because she can tell he's getting comfortable and she's asking him to move around again.
Oh. He's not sure what he expected her to ask, but it wasn't that. His breath stills for a moment while his brain reassures him he heard correctly, and it's on the tip of his tongue to ask her if she's sure, but she wouldn't have said it in the first place if she didn't really want it. Jyn doesn't ask for this sort of thing often, if at all.
Instead of answering her, he just - moves. He shifts himself a few inches closer. Not near enough to touch her outright, he's too good mannered for that, but close enough that their legs could brush in the night, depending on how she sprawls. His tone is quiet. "Is this okay?"
A huff of a breath and a little, pillow stifled nod are her answer, eyes opening slowly to peer at him. He is closer. Close enough to touch if she stretched out her hand but she does no such thing, burying herself even deeper under the blankets. It's like she wants the bed to swallow her up.
He meets her eyes when she opens them and for two seconds feels like he was caught with his hand in a cookie jar, but he just offers her a careful sort of smile. He did what she asked, she's even grateful.
She speaks! "Of course." Now that she is happy, Cassian burrows back comfortably under the blankets, not nearly as hidden as her, but still snuggled in because it's still cold. He's pretty sure she, however, is going to disappear entirely soon. "I hope you sleep better now, Jyn."
It's said the way anyone else would say thank you, but she's already said thank you and honestly that's a little too much politeness for Jyn. Instead she settles on good night and closes her eyes again, focusing on the crackle of the fire to lull her to sleep.
It's successful, after only a handful of minutes her breathing evens out into sleep and she relaxes completely next to him. She's quite a small sleeper, staying curled in on herself but some time during the night she eventually migrates to her stomach, ankle looping around his calf, fingers brushing against his chest, loosely curling around his nightshirt. She curls back onto her side when some passive part of her brain paying attention feels the wan morning sun drift through the window, but her hand stays clinging to his shirt and she's managed to work herself closer, knees brushing his.
It takes him a little longer to fall asleep after Jyn does, too unused to having another body in his bed. It's not uncomfortable, which is nice, but her weight keeps startling him.
The first time her ankle hits him, he wakes up, blinking at her contentedly. It's easier to fall back asleep than he thought it'd be, and he only wakes up a handful of times in the night, which isn't even because of her. That's just normal.
He doesn't really know what to do with her hand in his shirt though. He'd had idle awareness of it throughout the night, but now that it's morning he's acutely aware, especially because she's wriggled in closer than he last remembered. It surprises him how quickly he got used to her sleeping there, and how part of him doesn't want her to go back to her own bed.
Gently, he tries to pull her hand off his shirt, but only because he really does need to roll out of bed.
Some part of Jyn's mind realizes that Cassian is tugging at her hand but she's too warmly enveloped in sleep to be fully cognizant. Instead she murmurs "No" softly and draws her hand back.
Without letting go of his shirt.
Maybe she isn't completely aware or conscious, but Cassian is warm and she wants the warmth near her. "It's not morning, close your eyes." Or maybe she is completely aware and conscious and simply doesn't care.
She doesn't pull him any closer, but it's almost another kind of pull that doesn't want him to climb out of bed. He lets go of her hand and draws in a quiet breath, letting her keep hold on his shirt for a little longer. Okay, reassess the next move.
There is a ghost of a smile threatening to break onto his face. He can't tell what level of awake she is yet, but he can tell even beneath all the blankets that she is much more at ease than last night. "I'm afraid it is technically morning. But you don't need to get up yet."
"Shh, close your eyes, Captain, I promise you it's still night." Her grip tightens with a sleepy morning sigh and her eyes slowly flutter open. With the same almost laziness, her other hand frees itself from the blankets and she presses a finger to her lips.
Shh, Cassian. It is night. "Don't you recognize the moon, Cassian? Go back to sleep."
The smile breaks in, quietly and subtly, but what the hell, she's adorable? He's well aware of all the ways she can win a fight, but there is something incredibly soft and surprising about how she looks now, bundled up and relaxed beside him, in his bed and trying to convince him to stay there with her.
"Is it one of those very rare, very bright moons?"
She scoffs, the sound muffled by her hand as she draws it back under the covers. He's smiling and Jyn feels warm down to her toes. "Brighter than your sun isn't very difficult to achieve, Captain. I thought I told you to close your eyes."
Her fingers loosen from around his shirt, releasing him finally and lifting only slightly to press one blessedly warm finger to his mouth. "Listen to your wife, please."
"You'd be surprised how bright the snow can be," he says first, feeling his smile deepen a little bit more.
It doesn't disappear from his face when she literally shushes him, mostly because he is stupidly distracted by how warm her finger his against his lips. There's a reply on the tip of his tongue, but that means moving against her skin, so there's a stunted silence before he can bring himself speak. "How long do I need to close them for?"
Quickly, Jyn does some math in her head, weighing what she wants with what she'll actually get away with and finding the middle ground. She's a little enamored by his shock that, presumably, she dare shush him.
"One hour. Maybe by then the pale sun will have made an appearance." Her finger leaves his mouth and her hand falls, not to grab at his shirt again, she's too conscious for that, but it does nestle on the bed near to the same spot. Clutching at the blanket instead of his clothing.
An hour. He could probably get away with another hour. He's a pretty early riser, but he doesn't always dive into his day immediately. The fact that he's even considering it amazes him on some level, but the bed is extra warm this morning. Her hand is close enough that he could take it, if he wanted to. Part of him wants to.
"I might not fall back asleep," he admits, which is also the first step to agreeing to stay in bed longer.
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"We are trained to fight. Melshi just made the mistake of underestimating you, whether from your size or because you were a prisoner. Maybe both. If you do ask him for round two, I'm sure he will agree."
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"Would you?" Agree to fight with her, underestimate her, it's really up to him, but Jyn personally wants to know if he'd be willing to spar with his brand new wife.
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"I don't underestimate anyone." Because in his line of spy work, anyone can kill you. "You want to spar with me?" That is more or less what she's asking he's pretty sure, but he's going to clarify, to give himself more time to answer.
It's not necessarily a no. It's definitely unusual and Draven would probably have a conniption, which honestly makes him want to say yes more than anything else.
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She could explain that she's heard so much about him from his people, but especially from the maids who lace her up in the mornings and try to coax her into brushing her hair while they drink tea on her bed because she won't take much help but she won't send them away because they enjoy the relaxing break gossiping about their prince. They're unendingly loyal to him and quite sweet, but they didn't hesitate even a moment before telling Jyn about when, where, and how Cassian worked out and that if you stood perfectly still in one particular spot you could spy on the rebel calisthenics without being noticed.
Actually maybe she should tell him that the maids know everything. Maybe after he answers her.
"I'm your wife, no one else is going to spar with me and Bodhi needs loads more practice to be up to par."
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He can hear Draven's disagreement, but Cassian wants a friend, not an awkwardness. "We can," he says, imagining Draven's scowl and almost smiling. "You're more than welcome to join the rest of the training that happens here too, as is Bodhi. Princess Leia herself has gone through some rigorous training. Not everyone likes it when their royals learn to fight, but not everyone makes the rules."
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Training was her life with Saw and, frankly, that's what she misses the most.
She has nothing to do on Fest, it feels like, because all she is is Cassian's Wife and she's never wanted to be relegated to someone that just belonged to someone else -- even if she knows that that is not how Cassian feels about it. She'll even fight in a bloody dress, if she has to.
"You know the maids spy on you, right? Particularly when you're training. They're quite fond of watching you train."
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And once Jyn proves she's capable, he's sure there are some rebels who won't care that she's his wife. They stopped putting so much stock in his being their prince, at least in the sense of no longer being afraid to spar with him. It may have taken some time, but he got there!
Her reveal has him exhaling a sigh though. "Yes, I know. It's pointless to stop them. Have they said something to you?"
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She doesn't offer anything else they may say to her however.
Satisfied that she can at least keep up her training, her eyes finally close, burrowing deeper under the covers and mashing her head in a very unladylike manner into the pillow, long curls spreading across the pillow like an oil spill.
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"It doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?" Because really, that's the ultimate concern here! He's sure Jyn wouldn't put up with anything she doesn't want to, but he already knows her maids are quite fond of her and maybe she might like them enough to be worried about them in return if they went too far -
He's overthinking this, clearly, but his brain is already stuck on look after Jyn since he heard her screaming. Even if she looks far better now, smashing her face into the pillow.
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"No." He is definitely overthinking it, she's quite capable to throwing a pillow at them when they go a little too far. Wriggling, she gathers more of the blankets around her, building up a pile around her like a little nest.
"Would you--" She stops before she can finish the sentence, shaking her head again.
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He tilts his head to look at her, even though her face is still half buried in the pillow. "Would I what?"
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It's half muffled into the pillow, but not enough to disguise what she asked. She doesn't want to be alone and she knows Cassian is there, of course she knows, but it's a rather large bed and she doesn't want to wake up again imagining she's all alone in the cave.
She almost sound apologetic because she can tell he's getting comfortable and she's asking him to move around again.
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Instead of answering her, he just - moves. He shifts himself a few inches closer. Not near enough to touch her outright, he's too good mannered for that, but close enough that their legs could brush in the night, depending on how she sprawls. His tone is quiet. "Is this okay?"
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"Yes, thank you." Ah, words.
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She speaks! "Of course." Now that she is happy, Cassian burrows back comfortably under the blankets, not nearly as hidden as her, but still snuggled in because it's still cold. He's pretty sure she, however, is going to disappear entirely soon. "I hope you sleep better now, Jyn."
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It's said the way anyone else would say thank you, but she's already said thank you and honestly that's a little too much politeness for Jyn. Instead she settles on good night and closes her eyes again, focusing on the crackle of the fire to lull her to sleep.
It's successful, after only a handful of minutes her breathing evens out into sleep and she relaxes completely next to him. She's quite a small sleeper, staying curled in on herself but some time during the night she eventually migrates to her stomach, ankle looping around his calf, fingers brushing against his chest, loosely curling around his nightshirt. She curls back onto her side when some passive part of her brain paying attention feels the wan morning sun drift through the window, but her hand stays clinging to his shirt and she's managed to work herself closer, knees brushing his.
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The first time her ankle hits him, he wakes up, blinking at her contentedly. It's easier to fall back asleep than he thought it'd be, and he only wakes up a handful of times in the night, which isn't even because of her. That's just normal.
He doesn't really know what to do with her hand in his shirt though. He'd had idle awareness of it throughout the night, but now that it's morning he's acutely aware, especially because she's wriggled in closer than he last remembered. It surprises him how quickly he got used to her sleeping there, and how part of him doesn't want her to go back to her own bed.
Gently, he tries to pull her hand off his shirt, but only because he really does need to roll out of bed.
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Without letting go of his shirt.
Maybe she isn't completely aware or conscious, but Cassian is warm and she wants the warmth near her. "It's not morning, close your eyes." Or maybe she is completely aware and conscious and simply doesn't care.
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There is a ghost of a smile threatening to break onto his face. He can't tell what level of awake she is yet, but he can tell even beneath all the blankets that she is much more at ease than last night. "I'm afraid it is technically morning. But you don't need to get up yet."
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Shh, Cassian. It is night. "Don't you recognize the moon, Cassian? Go back to sleep."
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"Is it one of those very rare, very bright moons?"
Yeah, okay, fine. He'll play along for a second.
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Her fingers loosen from around his shirt, releasing him finally and lifting only slightly to press one blessedly warm finger to his mouth. "Listen to your wife, please."
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It doesn't disappear from his face when she literally shushes him, mostly because he is stupidly distracted by how warm her finger his against his lips. There's a reply on the tip of his tongue, but that means moving against her skin, so there's a stunted silence before he can bring himself speak. "How long do I need to close them for?"
She did say please.
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"One hour. Maybe by then the pale sun will have made an appearance." Her finger leaves his mouth and her hand falls, not to grab at his shirt again, she's too conscious for that, but it does nestle on the bed near to the same spot. Clutching at the blanket instead of his clothing.
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"I might not fall back asleep," he admits, which is also the first step to agreeing to stay in bed longer.
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