I gotta warn you, I'm not much of a cook. You want Cassian for that. [ There's a tiny note of affection in the mention of Cassian that Poe couldn't hold back if he wanted to.

He lets her go when they're in her kitchen, wetting a washcloth and filling a glass of water. The latter, he hands to her. The former, he uses to wipe her face, before smoothing it over her forehead for a moment. ] Take care of you now so you can manage the rest later.

[ He smiles a little. ] That's what my dad used to say.