[ Rhys mentioned having a headache last night, but given his predilection for whinging, she assumes it's nothing. As is her wont, Jyn has occupied the kitchen table, with scrap metal piled to one side, tools alongside it, and a half-drunk mug of tea in front of her. She only lifts her gaze from the local newspaper long enough to see who has entered the kitchen. Huh. Immediately, she notes that Rhys hasn't put the usual amount of effort into his appearance. She peaks at her phone, checking the time. Noon. It's far too late for him to look this soft, as he did the day Abelas locked him out of the bathroom. ]
[ keeping her eyes fixed on an article, she interjects dryly — ] You know coffee is a dehydrant, don't you?
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[ keeping her eyes fixed on an article, she interjects dryly — ] You know coffee is a dehydrant, don't you?
[ If he still has a headache, it won't help. ]