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[insurgent]

[ oh so it was Theon, the boy from the woods. Mildly interesting. ]

He's trusting.

[ Meanwhile she's ehhhh. ]

My side of the room is quieter.
You can nap there if you like.
House #4.

[ really excelling at the talking aspect of Jon's request. ]

[unprays]

He is.

[ the and I am not goes unsaid, though maybe Jyn can guess as much. ]

"Quieter" sounds lovely.
I will see you soon, then.

[insurgent]

[ it's there, in the gap, and jyn likes it — mistrust is something she understands, given how keenly she feels it. ]

good

i can escort you, if you like

[ she uses the word "escort" only because jon did. ]

[unprays]

Did Jon tell you you should?

[ perhaps the wryness doesn't translate through the text, but it is there — she has no doubt Jon is extending his overprotective tendencies to everyone when it's about her. ]

[insurgent]

no
he said ladies often request escorting
not to escort you, specifically

but you're a lady or a princess or something, yeah?
i thought it made sense

[ did she say the wrong thing? ]

[unprays]

He is right. It is the customary thing to do.
But we are not in Westeros anymore. I cannot count on someone being there to walk with me everywhere I go, all the time.

[ but insisting on going the way herself... Jon might be worried, or mad, or both, and extend that not only to her but to his new friend, as well. so she adds, ]

Perhaps a compromise? You could meet me halfway.

[insurgent]

[ oh, jyn likes sansa more already. ]

halfway through the numbers it is
i look forward to seeing your battle scars

[ y'know, from the short walk un-escorted :'). ]

[unprays]

Perhaps we may compare ours once we walk together.

[ you know, in the case Jyn gets some of her own during her own walk... ]

[insurgent]

we'll make a dashing pair i'm sure

[ she's never really busted out dashing in conversation before, but it seems fitting now. ]

[unprays]

I suppose we shall see, soon.

[ in other words: see you soon. ]