When they reached the beach itself, Cassian struggled with his footing in the sand. He dropped to both knees and Jyn crouched beside him. They’d gone far enough, she decided; a breeze was clearing the air of ash and smoke, and they could no longer hear shouting. For an instant, Jyn looked up, expecting against reason to see the glimmering of the rebel fleet among the stars.
But of course she couldn’t see anything -the sky was blue and bright, and the only artificial construct in sight was the battle station.
In all likelihood, the rebels had already fled, setting course away from Scarif the moment they’d received her transmission. Instead she looked to Cassian.
“I’m glad you came,” she said.
When the words finally touched him, he gently smiled and took her hand. She entwined her fingers with his so that they didn’t drop away.