Jyn is stuck halfway between wanting to close her eyes at the touch and wanting to jerk away from the otherness of it but it is over so fast she doesn't have the chance to do either. Her hand stays rooted in his as she looks up at him, mouth slanting to the side in faint uncertainty. She doesn't have the context for this, she can't make any educated guesses when she has three vague facts at her disposal.

Cassian is her friend. They fought together. He is the last thing she remembers. She can't solve for X in that equation, too many variables are missing and while the warmth in her chest is no doubt affection for her dear friend and compatriot, she doesn't know if that's it. And she will not ask.

Instead she pulls a face at him. "Are you satisfied with my injuries now?" Forehead, cheek, she knows where her visible abrasions are, she knows Cassian knows now too, even if it was unintentional.