Aside from the fact that it had come so late in the game and had mostly (at least, Jyn suspects) been to make her feel like she had more control than she really did, she's never really been one for titles. Saw certainly never really used them - everyone was an insurgent, everyone was a soldier. She'd had a certain .. elevation of status, due to their relationship and connection with one another, but it wasn't ever doled out as something official. Hearing Cassian call her "Sergeant" with such bravado in his voice immediately sparks something in her brain that makes her back straighten - her chin flick back slightly.
His promotion leaves her feeling .. confused - but the touch of his hand brings her back, gaze falling down to their fingers for a moment before rising to meet his eyes again (she wonders if the leap of her stomach will ever stop whenever they meet).
She isn't quick to respond, needing to allow the thought, the idea, the responsibility float in her cranial cavern for a few moments. Stretches and flexes her jaw as she chews on her lip. Sees - immediately - the vulnerability in his eyes.
"It'll - be difficult at first, I think," she finally says, slow to release each word from her mouth, "I didn't even really want the rank of Sergeant when Sefla gave it to me; the whole concept of rank never made its way into Saw's group." She gives her head a slight shakes as though to realign her thoughts, her words. Places one hand on the side of his neck, thumb tracing his jaw line. "But - I'll try. If it's going to help, if it's going to give me the wings I need to fly over the canyon, of course I'll try." A pause. "All the way."
She feels the crystal burn in her pocket - keeps her hand and gaze on him a moment longer before sliding her fingers into the pocket and pulling out the necklace. Eyes fall to it as she continues to speak:
"This was one of the items in the box. I think - I think it's meant to be like the one I had. I don't know if I ever told you - that it was my mother's. She'd given it to me the last time I saw her on Lah'mu," she explains, voice falling to a breath. Even now, the memories feel like a searing steel blade in her chest. "But - I don't want it. I don't need to cling to what I lost." She meets his eyes, their light soft and flickering like a candle. "I want you to have it. If you'll take it." Her lips twitch with a smirk as she adds, "Or I could command you to take it, I suppose." Of course, she'd rather not - she rather he accept willingly, of his own volition. She won't force him.
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His promotion leaves her feeling .. confused - but the touch of his hand brings her back, gaze falling down to their fingers for a moment before rising to meet his eyes again (she wonders if the leap of her stomach will ever stop whenever they meet).
She isn't quick to respond, needing to allow the thought, the idea, the responsibility float in her cranial cavern for a few moments. Stretches and flexes her jaw as she chews on her lip. Sees - immediately - the vulnerability in his eyes.
"It'll - be difficult at first, I think," she finally says, slow to release each word from her mouth, "I didn't even really want the rank of Sergeant when Sefla gave it to me; the whole concept of rank never made its way into Saw's group." She gives her head a slight shakes as though to realign her thoughts, her words. Places one hand on the side of his neck, thumb tracing his jaw line. "But - I'll try. If it's going to help, if it's going to give me the wings I need to fly over the canyon, of course I'll try." A pause. "All the way."
She feels the crystal burn in her pocket - keeps her hand and gaze on him a moment longer before sliding her fingers into the pocket and pulling out the necklace. Eyes fall to it as she continues to speak:
"This was one of the items in the box. I think - I think it's meant to be like the one I had. I don't know if I ever told you - that it was my mother's. She'd given it to me the last time I saw her on Lah'mu," she explains, voice falling to a breath. Even now, the memories feel like a searing steel blade in her chest. "But - I don't want it. I don't need to cling to what I lost." She meets his eyes, their light soft and flickering like a candle. "I want you to have it. If you'll take it." Her lips twitch with a smirk as she adds, "Or I could command you to take it, I suppose." Of course, she'd rather not - she rather he accept willingly, of his own volition. She won't force him.