Jyn's anger is weirdly... reassuring. She has weaponized her anger on too many occasions to count, and Cassian would never want to be on the receiving end of it. It's a comfort.

He reaches out and winds their fingers together again (with one hand, he is still multitasking with the food). "We are a very deadly combination," he says, feeling far better suited to take this on with Jyn back at his side. "And they did not factor in the Organas. They are not the only ones with resources just because they come from old money."

He brings her hand up, kissing her burnt fingertips. "I love you. This is not your fault. There is no one I would rather have at my side for this." For all of this - for Sofia, for this battle, for life in general.