[ reflexively, jyn touches her own hair held back in her customary bun. it's long enough now that not all of the hair immediately falls out, but she still can't be arsed to make sure the disheveled curls actually stay in the bun. ]
You're not alone there.
[ jyn had been lucky (lucky?) that her injuries were severe enough to warrant quite a lot of time convalescing; her hair was already longer than most when she was shoved out of the van. but she thinks back to daisy and caroline's recent brain surgeries and their reshorn hair -- it doesn't leave people with a ton of dignity. ]
I can call him, if you'd like, [ she offers. as if she isn't already texting him as they speak. "do you think it's rude to tell leia organa i think her dad was a snack?" "yes and also you know you're talking to me, right?"
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You're not alone there.
[ jyn had been lucky (lucky?) that her injuries were severe enough to warrant quite a lot of time convalescing; her hair was already longer than most when she was shoved out of the van. but she thinks back to daisy and caroline's recent brain surgeries and their reshorn hair -- it doesn't leave people with a ton of dignity. ]
I can call him, if you'd like, [ she offers. as if she isn't already texting him as they speak. "do you think it's rude to tell leia organa i think her dad was a snack?" "yes and also you know you're talking to me, right?"
whatever, he gets it. ]