He runs his hand through her hair, holding her head, turning his face to kiss the side of it. I'm so glad. Thank you for letting me keep you. Thank you for staying with me.

Much as he wanted to keep holding her, warming her, especially to make up for his recent pointless spell of windchill… he sat back. Keeping one hand on her face, bringing the other up between them so he could look again at the crystal. See this time not just its significance but its practical realities. Yes, the cord was long enough without adjustment. Taking his hand momentarily from Jyn's skin, he used both to put the cord around his ducked head. Raised it, met her eyes, with an expression somewhere between reverence and a smile, and tucked the crystal between his shirt and skin. "You'll know where it is," he said, "if you ever need it back." In the meantime… he'd work on figuring out how to tell her what it meant to him. He'd already chosen—or it had chosen him. And yes, it was happy.