There's no beast greater than The Unknown. Jyn had once thought the imagined creatures in her closet or under her bed, had once thought her father, had once thought the Man in White, had once thought, had once thought - but now, she knows that they all pale in comparison. There is no foe worse than The Unknown. No way to fight it, no way to prepare for its entrance or attack, no way to protect one's self from it. So he need not say anything more than that for her to understand.

Her mouth opens to echo his words, tell him she'll be only a moment but then -

No, no, no - don't! (She hates that she even has the thought of not wanting his hand in hers)

She tries her hardest to snatch her hand away before he can grab it - but it's too late. He's felt it, he's come to the same conclusion she has. Her tongue falls limp in her mouth, made defunct with the flush of embarrassment that's now blanketing her body in heat and pink (she's grateful for the darkness, just this once).

Jyn makes neither sound nor word while he seemingly takes charge, handles the situation with the tactical mind she'd come to admire and cherish in him. Hers seems to have faded for the moment, thanks to the mortifying discovery he'd made despite her best efforts. Maybe it was for the better -

He doesn't seem all that concerned -

Shouldn't he be?

She waits, feeling the rough of the damp cloth against her hand, feels the stickiness leave her skin with each swipe. Swallows the rock that's formed in her throat until she finally whispers one word - indicating the undeniable lack of,

"- Protection."