He abruptly realizes why her sweatshirt looks so familiar. It's his. He thought he'd lost it ages and ages ago, or maybe his grandma buried it away in a box. But no, there it is, worn and now fitted to Jyn instead of him.

"This is Jyn, mija." A beat. "Though ballenacita might be the better word." He's going to steal it, what the fuck that's the best name for his whale obsessed child. Sofia is so utterly delighted to be holding Jyn's finger that she opens her mouth to laugh, dropping the whale. Her delight morphs into shock, but Cassian grabs it before it drops to the ground and she stuffs it back her mouth eagerly. She squeezes Jyn's finger in victory and gurgles on it.

Peru. He knew she was in Peru, thanks to Leia who always seemed to know everything. "I didn't tell anyone, for a while," he admits. He loves Sofia with his whole heart but there was something very final about sharing it around. A bookend to one part of his life. He likes that it's been a quiet thing.

Jyn's Spanish is so much better over all. He's kind of impressed. He supposes being in Peru for that long would have had some good effect on it. How can it have been years since he's seen her? "I only moved back here a few months ago."