He never has to ask. She can tell just by looking at him - the rigidity of his stance, the hard angle of his jaw, his mouth set in a tight grimace. She powers down her data pad and gestures for him to join her on the bed. He does, lifting his arms so she can pull off his shirt. Her hands stay on his skin as he eases onto his stomach, his muscles screaming in protest.
She starts with his shoulders where the pain is least intense. He gives in to the temptation to close his eyes as her hands work over his body, solid yet impossibly gentle. Normally she works in silence, but he can tell by her energy that she's dying to tell him something.
"I stopped by Chirrut's training session today." He hums in acknowledgment. "You won't believe it."
"Bodhi actually went on the offensive, for once?"
"More than that. He won the match." Cassian grunts a laugh. "He did!"
"Against who?"
"Tonc."
Cassian scoffs. "Tonc let him win."
"I wish you'd have more faith in our boy."
"I have plenty of faith in him. I also know Tonc is madly in love with him and would throw the match in a heartbeat."
The last syllable comes out a little strangled as she gets closer to the base of his spine. They never talk during this part. Jyn listens intently to his breathing, knowing he'll never explicitly say when he's in pain. She takes the cues his body gives her and adjusts her hands accordingly.
When the worst of it is over, her hands travel all the way back up to his shoulders. Her thumbs work in diligent circles and he knows the therapy aspect of this is over. Everything she's doing now is simply meant to relax him. It's when she begins to hum - a melody her mother taught her that's words are long forgotten - that he truly lets go.