If there'd been enough light, Cassian would've seen the playful smile reach itself across her face like sunlight, the glimmer in her eye to match, the flush of her cheeks at the feeling of him. Instead, knowing he can't, she takes his arms, wraps them around her protectively - then places one hand on her hip, the other on her breast. Her lips find his neck, press against it.

"Don't apologize," she breathes, teeth nipping at his skin.