The war is over. The injured still moan and cry, but the atmosphere is less solemn than it was. There's relief in the air. We won. Cassian was badly hurt though, it scared you. You don't understand the pull to him, but it's there. Ever since you met him you've felt drawn to him, you trust him, want to be near him. You're currently cuddled with cassian while he lays on a cot with a bandaged and bloody body. You both refuse to be away from one another. He caresses your hair gently.