A/N: Some light Ezrabine. Oops. Also, I wrote this without re-watching Rebel Assault. Apologies for any inaccuracies.

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Ezra and Sabine

Ezra knew Sabine was waking up before she spoke, before she even began to stir. Her mind thrummed with a nervous energy he could sense without having to work too hard at it. No way she was resting well. He wasn't surprised when she woke with a jerk, inhaling sharply when her hand fell against his chest. No doubt she'd forgotten they were sleeping so close together on the cave floor. He listened as the sound of her breathing evened from its startled cadence to something slow and steady. Her mind and emotions were unguarded. She didn't move her hand from his chest, so after a few moments, he decided to enclose it with one of his own.

"You're up?" She murmured sleepily, not yet fully alert.

"Yeah."

"Where's Zeb?"

"Out on patrol with some of the others."

She hesitated. "Kanan?"

"He's on watch."

"Uh huh."

The irony wasn't lost on either of them. "Ryder is with him," Ezra explained.

Sabine nodded in the darkness. "Can I—" She stopped, clearing her throat. "Do you mind if—"

Somehow, he knew exactly what she was asking. He tugged gently on her hand and she rolled over once, putting herself in his embrace. She tucked her head under his chin and he could feel her breath on his neck. Holding her so close was exotic and dizzying and new and everything he'd ever hoped for. With his arms around her, he could feel strength in the muscles in her back and shoulders and softness in the curves of her waist. She was that perfect juxtaposition of power and femininity which had always mystified and enchanted him. Yet Ezra knew that this moment, this closeness, wasn't about any kind of romantic attraction. Right here, right now, was about comforting each other.

"Do you think she's alright?" Sabine's question came after a long silence and Ezra didn't know what to say.

"Honest answer?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Then I bet she's just fine."

"Chopper said she was hurt in the crash." Sabine didn't believe his lie any more than he did.

He sighed.

"Ezra." Her voice was strained. "What if Thrawn executes her?"

He shook his head vehemently. "He won't. Not yet, anyway."

That was the first honest thing anyone had said in hours and it settled heavily between them. Sabine tilted her head back to try and peer into his face. "How is Kanan so calm? You remember how Hera was when he got captured by the Inquisitor; she was calm, but so…tense underneath. Even I could sense that. But Kanan…you know how he feels about her, and he's just so…"

"This isn't like that," Ezra said heavily. "I can't explain it. He just…he knows what he has to do."

She pulled away slightly, propping up on one elbow so she could look at him fully. "If he goes after her, there's a good chance we may never see either of them again. Or only one of them might come back. You get that, right?"

The moon was beginning to set, the first glow of sunrise creeping into the darkness. Ezra could just see the concerned crease between Sabine's brows and the tightness around her mouth. Tentatively, he reached out to stroke her cheek. Surprisingly, she leaned into his touch. "Yeah, Sabine," he said. "I get it. And if he does go after her, I get that, too."

Sabine snorted. "You 'get it' if he wants to walk into certain death without any backup? How are you so calm?" Irritation crept into her voice; it was her go-to defense mechanism.

"Because it's what I would do." She blinked at him wordlessly and he nodded. "I'd do it for you."

"Ezra—" Her voice was soft and awed.

Suddenly, his heart was racing and he was tripping all over his words like he was fourteen again. "Listen, just don't—I mean—I would, but I don't necessarily want to have to—so just don't do anything—"

Sabine scowled and jabbed him in the arm, but it was insincere. "Idiot."

She settled back into his arms and he held her until it was time to get up and face the day, both of them silent and neither of them going back to sleep. Ezra wasn't sure whether this would ever happen again—Sabine so close he could feel her heart beat—and he wasn't sure whether Hera would be okay, or what Kanan planned to do. He wasn't sure whether they'd all manage to escape Lothal with their lives, or whether they'd make their last stand and get ground into dust under the full weight of the Imperial war machine.

All he was sure of was that come what may, the Empire couldn't break the bond they'd built with each other, and it couldn't blot out their hope that someday, somewhere, things would be better.

For now, for this moment before sunrise, Ezra was sure that was enough.

A/N: Honest thoughts? Anything ooc? I'm not used to this new, Mature Ezra.