She instantaneously remembers Baze, remembers Chirrut. She remembers Chirrut's voice echoing in her skull as though it were nothing more than a cavern, drawing her closer to where he'd been seated like a moth to a flame. How quickly he got her to reveal things she'd never discussed with anyone. The last parting look she'd given as she, as she'd come to do many times after, followed Cassian by a gentle touch at her wrist.
Her expression softens at the memory of them, though there's something somber swirling in her galaxies, too. She feels their loss again, and she realizes somewhere that it's a topic she and Cassian have yet to really breach.
But now's not the time for that. So with a few blinks, she comes back to the conversation and, once he's finished, reaches her fingertips to graze across the prickly desert of his cheek, leaning in to find his lips and capture them gently. Just for a moment. Not to silence him or alter the topic of conversation or shift gears, but because she's grateful of his presence, of the fact that she can still float gently in the waves of his speech, of his wanting and determination to be the person now that both of them could have used when they were young.
"It sounds like a wonderful idea," she whispers, though there's a fiery strength and conviction in her voice. "It's giving them the choices we never had. The strength they can choose to find and tap into, because they want to - not because they have to." Bright eyes flick open and up to meet his completely.
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Her expression softens at the memory of them, though there's something somber swirling in her galaxies, too. She feels their loss again, and she realizes somewhere that it's a topic she and Cassian have yet to really breach.
But now's not the time for that. So with a few blinks, she comes back to the conversation and, once he's finished, reaches her fingertips to graze across the prickly desert of his cheek, leaning in to find his lips and capture them gently. Just for a moment. Not to silence him or alter the topic of conversation or shift gears, but because she's grateful of his presence, of the fact that she can still float gently in the waves of his speech, of his wanting and determination to be the person now that both of them could have used when they were young.
"It sounds like a wonderful idea," she whispers, though there's a fiery strength and conviction in her voice. "It's giving them the choices we never had. The strength they can choose to find and tap into, because they want to - not because they have to." Bright eyes flick open and up to meet his completely.
She smiles.
"What can I do to help?"