[ jyn has warned her housemates of the potential for visitors. the only specific warning of this particular visitor is one for rhys, a singular text that she won't follow up on: princess incoming. wear clothes if home :).
despite all her huffing and feigned disinterest, she opens her heart and the doors of her makeshift home to others. maybe that's stupid. no, it's definitely stupid. she does it anyway. as promised, she meets sansa halfway between their respective lodgings, approaching in a jog without looking the least bit winded. nothing about her is particularly remarkable. the dark colours of her clothing and haphazard mess of her hair give her a slightly earthy appearance (dirty, on bad days, but today is a fine one). she lifts a hand, almost a wave, and offers a hesitant smile. she was meant to be reassuring, wasn't she? ]
Sansa?
[ she doesn't look particularly like jon, though jyn supposes they share a style of dress. a bit like theon, really. ]
for sansa.
despite all her huffing and feigned disinterest, she opens her heart and the doors of her makeshift home to others. maybe that's stupid. no, it's definitely stupid. she does it anyway. as promised, she meets sansa halfway between their respective lodgings, approaching in a jog without looking the least bit winded. nothing about her is particularly remarkable. the dark colours of her clothing and haphazard mess of her hair give her a slightly earthy appearance (dirty, on bad days, but today is a fine one). she lifts a hand, almost a wave, and offers a hesitant smile. she was meant to be reassuring, wasn't she? ]
Sansa?
[ she doesn't look particularly like jon, though jyn supposes they share a style of dress. a bit like theon, really. ]