Cassian is certain that if not for Bodhi's hand on his shoulder, he would have separated the med droid's head from its body.

"Just tell me whether or not she's stable." He spits, betraying the neutral expression he's fighting to maintain.

"As I have previously stated, Major Andor, I cannot disclose Captain Erso's medical information to you, as you are not her commanding officer."

He doesn't have time for this. Draven's summoned him to participate in a meeting with the visiting senators, which will take hours. Anything could happen to Jyn within that time.

"Hey, it's okay." Bodhi says softly. "I'll stay here."

So she won't be totally alone if something goes wrong, Cassian thinks bitterly. Still, she'll have family with her and that will have to be enough.

0o0o0o0

Draven should have dismissed Cassian ten minutes into the meeting. Even a novice spy should be able to tell that his mind is far away from whatever the senators are discussing. The events from earlier are replaying in his head: the ship entering the hangar, K-2 coming down the ramp, Cassian taking a moment to recognize the bleeding, grime covered thing in his arms as Jyn. The rest was a blur. The feeling of her hand in his (so cold) until the medics whisked her away, leaving him with a million questions and a voice desperately whispering not her, not her, not her.

"Major Andor," his blinks and looks across the table at Mon Mothma, who wears a sympathetic expression, "You're dismissed."

She offers no further explanation and Cassian doesn't wait for one. Draven stutters as Cassian salutes and turns to leave, but Mothma launches into the next part of the discussion before anyone can object.

He rushes to the medical wing, unsure if his feet are even touching the ground. He evades the nurses in the intensive care unit, scanning the beds for Jyn or Bodhi. When he doesn't find them, his heart jumps into his throat but he shoves it back down and slips into the small adjacent hallway that leads to the bacta tanks. His feet skid to a hault when he sees Bodhi and then his blood freezes.

Jyn's pale skin is almost translucent in the harsh light of the tank. Abrasions mar her chest, arms and stomach. There are several new scars, probably caused by debris from the explosion. How had K-2 managed to get her out? Get her home alive?

Cassian has no control over his expression. He can imagine it's quite pitiful because the moment Bodhi turns around he has his arms around Cassian.

"No internal bleeding." He says in a violent exhale, like the words have been trying to escape him for hours. "Major concussion. Seventy-six stitches, but she's okay. She's okay."

0o0o0o0

He wakes when she does, lifting his head from where it rested beside her thigh on the bed. His back is stiff and his hip is screaming, but as soon as she opens her eyes all of that falls to the back of his mind.

"Hey." He says dumbly.

She blinks at him slowly. "Cass- " She grimaces at the hoarseness of her own voice, then swallows and tries again. "Cassian?"

"Explosion while you were on Cato. K-2 got you out."

She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against the pillow. "Bet he'll enjoy reminding me of that."

Cassian huffs a little laugh but the tightness of his chest keeps any sound from escaping. His knuckles brushes against her thigh, needing to feel her.

"They wouldn't tell me anything," he says weakly, "when you were first brought in. I'm not your commanding officer. I didn't know… anything."

"So marry me." When his eyes widen and his mouth parts, she shrugs. "That way they have to notify you."

Cassian experiences a hundred emotions in the span of an instant. His fingers feel electrified as they reach into the breast pocket of his jacket and pull out the thin metal band that has been living there for months. This time she goes slack jawed and his confidence inflates a little bit.

"You make an excellent point." He says coyly. She just keeps glancing between him and the ring, so he goes into the explanation he's rehearsed. "I know you won't be able to wear it on missions, but wedding bands are a tradition on – "

"Aria Prime." She finishes. "My parents had matching bands."

Cassian nods. Lyra's profile had listed her home planet, which led him to researching the engagement customs there. He hadn't known about Jyn's parents. He simply liked the idea.

"So will you?" He says, the nerves he hadn't given much thought coming full force, now. "Marry me?"

"Of course, but…" she holds up her heavily bandaged arm, "I think you may need to hold on to the ring for a while."