He says we and Jyn's heart sinks even though it's been literal years since they last saw each other, much less dated. Jyn was there when he enlisted and when he graduated basic training in his crisp uniform, because as much as she hated his choice she's always loved him and she wanted to support him as a friend. After that the excuses came so easily and university gave her the chance to run away and she took every chance.

"Hello Sofia." Jyn carefully coaxes her fist open with little tickles against her fingers, taking her hand in a formal handshake. When the baby grabs her finger she doesn't even try to tug it back. And because it's Cassian's daughter, fuck that's insane!, she adds, accent far better than it ever was in high school: "Encantada, ballenita."

Her eyes flicker back up to Cassian, still obviously fumbling with even the idea of accepting that Cassian has a baby, a daughter. What the actual fuck. Who the actual fuck. She does not ask, she will not ask, she doesn't want to know.

"No one told me, I would have sent a gift home. There's so many sweet baby toys in Peru." She'd escaped to where she was happy, even if that happiness was when she was three, exploring the mountains with her mother.