Jyn makes quick work of their supplies, having packed enough in preparation for her labor that was not meant to happen so soon. They're already moved all the baby supplies, blankets and diapers and the sling she'd carried both the others around in. But there's Espi's clothes and Mateo's clothes, she shoves those in a bag, more clothes for herself, food, necessities. They can always come back in a few days.
She ventures carefully into the basement to grab all of Cassian's notes, closing her eyes against the tears that come from the sight of his handwriting. She doesn't have time to mourn, turning the red lights off at last. Satisfied they can last a while in the basement without having to fuss while she should be resting, Jyn retrieves the gun and begins her silent walk back to the barn.
Except there is Cassian, in the middle of the path.
Jyn races silently across the sand, kneeling down next to the fallen form of her husband. Her hands flutter over his bloodied back, biting down hard on her lip to keep silent as her fingers trace his jaw, unable to stem the waterfall of tears down her cheeks out of sheer relief that he'd come back for her. It's impossible, he shouldn't be here. Nothing survived those monsters, they had both seem stronger, fitter men go down in a flurry of claws and teeth, but Cassian is alive and breathing.
And she needs to get him down to the basement immediately. Rocking back on her heels, she moves forward to curl her hand under his arm, urging him to his feet. She doesn't have time to triage his injuries and she knows it is going to hurt, but they can't stay outside like this.
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She ventures carefully into the basement to grab all of Cassian's notes, closing her eyes against the tears that come from the sight of his handwriting. She doesn't have time to mourn, turning the red lights off at last. Satisfied they can last a while in the basement without having to fuss while she should be resting, Jyn retrieves the gun and begins her silent walk back to the barn.
Except there is Cassian, in the middle of the path.
Jyn races silently across the sand, kneeling down next to the fallen form of her husband. Her hands flutter over his bloodied back, biting down hard on her lip to keep silent as her fingers trace his jaw, unable to stem the waterfall of tears down her cheeks out of sheer relief that he'd come back for her. It's impossible, he shouldn't be here. Nothing survived those monsters, they had both seem stronger, fitter men go down in a flurry of claws and teeth, but Cassian is alive and breathing.
And she needs to get him down to the basement immediately. Rocking back on her heels, she moves forward to curl her hand under his arm, urging him to his feet. She doesn't have time to triage his injuries and she knows it is going to hurt, but they can't stay outside like this.