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A/N: I have never written for the Star Wars fandom before. Thus, my lingo is probably way off, and this story probably contains objects that do not exist in said universe. I am sorry if this is the case, but please don't let my ignorance bother you.
So, I noticed Jyn's nose was bleeding in the Jedha scene where she kicked Stormtrooper butt, yet her face is (mostly) clean when we see her again. Here's my (boring) idea of why that is.
Cassian replaced his blaster against his thigh as K2 stomped past. If droids could go through teenage rebellious streaks, K had definitely begun his. That was the only excuse the Captain could think of for his companion's behavior.
He heard a sniffing sound behind him, and turned around just in time to see Jyn toss the dead Stormtrooper's weapon in the dirt. She glanced in Cassian's direction, and he noticed a trail of blood leaking from her nose.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, unable to recall when and by whom she'd been struck.
Her brow knit in confusion, so Cassian gestured to his own nose as an explanation. The woman ran her fingers over her upper lip, and eyed them with a trace amount of surprise when they came away bloody.
"Here," Cassian began, as he knelt and shed his heavy backpack. He rummaged through the pocket containing medical supplies, ignoring Jyn as she insisted she was alright. When he found what he was looking for, an antiseptic wipe, he quickly tore it out of its wrapper and held it up to her. "Take this."
"I'm fine," she repeated, her tone irritated. She brushed past him and started after K.
"Hey, listen!" he exclaimed, jumping up to catch her arm. She spun around to face him, her expression hostile. "Imperials are everywhere," he said gruffly. "We can't have you looking like you've been in a fight." In his mind, he heard K2's sarcastic voice: I find that answer vague and unconvincing...
He released her arm and held up the cloth once more. She took it begrudgingly, and he watched as she scrubbed at multiple spots on her face. By the time she was done, the wipe was almost completely red, and Cassian felt an odd sort of anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. He told himself to ignore it.
Jyn dropped the cloth into his waiting gloved hand. She glared at him for a beat before asking impatiently, "Can we go now?" But without waiting for an answer, she turned and jogged farther down the narrow street.
Cassian heaved a weary sigh as he bent down to collect his pack.
Jyn Erso is going to be the death of me, he thought as he let the bloody wipe fall into the dirt and took off in a run after her.
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