ever the night owl, ever the young girl ticking down seconds until life day, she’s all but bouncing from toe to toe as she intrudes — well, enters with a key she’d nicked from him — into cassian’s quarters. she delivers a nudge to his shoulder in greeting, hint of a whine spilling from her lips. ❝ wake up & get dressed, hotshot. we’re going out. ❞ // @spaceintel - xmas call.













