He squeezes her hand because she's known essentially the whole week and hadn't said a word, had kept it to herself. Had sat on it and probably overthought everything. He doesn't blame her for keeping it quiet, but he worries after how she's been.

"I don't really think either of us were planning for it." They are easily the most vocal proponents of safe sex because apparently that's what happens when you're in the medical profession and not an asshole. They're so careful, and he knows it never comes without risk, but there is something hilariously ironic about this sort of accident befalling them.

They have definitely not talked about it though. If Cassian's honest, he's never even thought about it. He pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles softly. "I'm sorry you were carrying this by yourself for a week."