[ Cassian rolls his eyes and finishes his tea, curling himself into a ball and trying to ignore the seeping cold. He'll survive, he's relatively sure of it, but he hates feeling trapped. Even with Kay, who helps a lot, Cassian fidgets and pulls at being locked in one place, unable to move, unable to leave.
Not to mention the fact that he's worried they're practically sitting ducks for scavengers or anyone else who decides to come poking around during the storm.
Eventually he drifts off, but within a few minutes startles awake again.
Nightmares. Kay is probably used to Cassian's broken sleep cycle by now. ]
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Not to mention the fact that he's worried they're practically sitting ducks for scavengers or anyone else who decides to come poking around during the storm.
Eventually he drifts off, but within a few minutes startles awake again.
Nightmares. Kay is probably used to Cassian's broken sleep cycle by now. ]
I should make you a sweater.
[ A beat. ]
I'm serious.