Kanan walked down, through the Lothal market. He and Sabine had been given the chore of supply shopping and had almost everything on the list Hera had given them. "Well, that's most of it." Kanan looked over to the newest member of the crew.

The sixteen year old looked up at the Jedi. "We just need one more thing." Glancing down at the data pad, she read the last item they needed. "A Declaruh? What even is that?"

The large man let out an annoyed sigh, "It's a fruit that Hera asked for every time I go to the market." And he really did mean every, single time. Only when he went, not once does he remember Zeb having to get this fruit. Only him. "This is gonna be fun." If people could see sarcasm, they'd see a lot pouring out of his mouth.

It took half an hour, but they did find one and was able to get the last in stock, and were now taking a shortcut (well, more of what Kanan thought would be a shortcut but turned into the long way) pass some homes.

Grabbing his head, Kanan lent onto the side of the closest building. Fear, fear and pain. That was all he felt, he didn't know why but he couldn't get rid of it. Stings shot through his back. Just as that was happening, just as Sabine was about to ask if he was all right, they heard a scream.

Milliseconds later, a few houses down, a young boy was thrown out of the house and onto the ground. Clothes torn and bloodied, electric blue eyes with filled to the brim with fear and pain as tears fell. The very fear and pain Kanan had just felt. Except multiplied by a thousand.

He didn't know what, but something pulled Kanan towards this kid. Sabine followed closely behind, still slightly startled from what she had just witnessed. As Kanan got closer he saw the wounds better. Whip marks. Deep one too. He also took notice to the bruise on the poor boy's face.

When Kanan got close enough he crouched down and got the child's attention. "Hey," the raven haired boy eyed the man and girl, sobbs slightly slowing. "I'm Kanan and this is Sabine." The child, which could be no more than ten or eleven tops, eyed them suspiciously. "We want to help you." Kanan put his hand out for the boy to take. "What's your name?"

"E-Ezra." His voice was weak and pained. When Ezra didn't grab Kanan's hand he brought it back, not exactly sure how to get the kid to the Ghost to treat his back. Luckily, he had Sabine.

Coming a bit closer, she knelt down next to Kanan. "Can we take you back to our ship?" Ezra flinched when her finger came close, still not sure if he should trust these strangers. Than again, it couldn't be any worse than what happens at home. Besides, there was something about the man the felt… comforting? It'd been a long time since he felt like that. Nodding his head, he let Kanan pick him up bridal style. He new from experience he'd be to weak to walk anyways. Sabine got out her comm as they started their walk to let Hera know of their situation.

Ezra fell asleep in Kanan's arms. Due to blood lost or exhaustion, they didn't know. Either way they had to get to the Ghost soon. "Do you think he's going be okay?" Sabine couldn't help asking, she was really worried for the kid. It's clear he'd been abused. And with nothing on hand to wrap up his back they couldn't properly stop the blood flow yet.

"I'll make sure of it." Kanan responded as they walked up the ramp into the ship. Hera was already waiting for them.

Upon seeing the boy in Kanan's arms, she became instantly worried. "Oh my goodness, get him to the med bay now." Sabine started to follow Kanna but Hera stopped me. "Can you take the supplies in?" She did as she was told and put the supplies away.

Kanan and Hera wrapped him up and gave his health an over all check. He had many bruises, cut, and more scars than either of them would likes. He was also very skinny. Not even a minute after they had finished, Ezra woke up. "Huh? Where am I? Who are you?" He gestured to Hera.

"This is Hera. She's the pilot of the ship we live on." Kanan tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice. As much as he didn't want to keep the kid here against his will, he didn't want to let him go back to that house until he knew exactly what was going on. So, for all he knew Ezra could end up running off and they'd never find him again.

Ezra nodded in acceptance but didn't say anything. They all just stood in an awkward silence for a minute. The silence only broke after they heard a man's yell coming from out of the med bay. Ezra flinched at the sound. "A-and who w-was that?" Seeing Ezra's scared form, Hera came a little closer to him.

"Relax, hun. It's only Zeb, he's another member of our crew." Her words were calming and soft. She looked over him once again, he obviously needed to be cleaned up. But she also wanted to feed him, and not just a nutrition bar. She wanted to get a hot meal in his stomach. Hera thought of every thing she could use, not much, but enough. "You must be hungry." She offered her hand to help him down.

Ezra took Hera's hand, giving a slight hiss of pain at the movement. When they got to the common room, Zeb was sitting there looking at the holonet. Zeb looked up at the three that had just walked in, a bit surprised to see the younger male. "Zeb this is Ezra, the child Kanan and Sabine… ran into. Ezra, this is Zeb. Our Crew mate."

Zeb stood up and put his hand out for Ezra o shake. "Hey kid." When Ezra didn't take his hand he sat back down. Hera put a reassuring hand on Ezra's back and ushered him to the kitchen like area while Kanan stayed in the common room.

Hera told him to sit at the table while she got to work. Some time while she was cooking, they started talking. "So, how old are you?" Hera stared awkwardly.

"Eleven." His voice sounded barren, void of any emotion.

"Any specific foods you like?"

"No, not really." Hera nodded looking at the ingredients she had pulled out.

"Any allergens I should be aware of?"

"Why does that matter?" Hera almost jumped at the harshness of his voice.

"Well, if your going to be staying with us…" Ezra cut her off, not letting het finish the thought.

"Who said I'm staying with you?!" It was more like a demand than a question, causing Hera to pause at the sudden defendciveness.

"Because we're not idiots and we put together what's going on at your house." They both looked up to see Kanan standing in the doorway. Him and Ezra locked eyes for a moment before Ezra looked down, suddenly finding the table very interesting. Kanan sighed as he sat across from Ezra. "Listen. Weather or not you like it, we know something's going on at your house. And we just want to help." Ezra looked up at the man, meeting his eyes. "Ok?"

Ezra nodded back at the man, "Ok."