The first thing Jyn wants to do when she gets a second to herself is throw up because the pain is blinding, but she can't think about it now because she has to tuck the baby away. But the baby is crying because of hunger and if Jyn could just nurse...

"I have to feed her."

She knows the plan, but every instinct and every hormone in her poor body is begging to feed her child, even if logic tells her it's too dangerous right now, even if she knows they just need a few seconds of quiet to be sure that the soundproofing is working, that the creature is abandoning them. Her fingers fumble uselessly, still clutching the baby protectively to her chest, some of the blankets fallen away to show a shock of dark hair and ten tiny fingers and toes stretching and flexing as their newborn daughter gets used to life in this terrible reality.

This was not how Cassian was meant to meet his newborn child.