Sabine stood at the door to Ezra's room. She knocked twice, hoping Ezra wasn't in his room. She had something she wanted to do, and it was supposed to be a surprise. Hearing no sound in return, she quickly accessed the door control panel and sliced into the control network. Her slice quickly overrode the rudimentary security of the durasteel slab. Opening the door, she strode in, her footsteps making little noise on the durasteel floor. Her mind raced with possibilities of how to do her work. Making her mind up, she began to paint.

Ezra walked to his room, his mind going over events earlier in the day. They had attacked a Imperial transport and stolen some food from there. Later, they had distributed the supplies to needy people in Tarkintown. It hadn't been an unusual mission by any means. But Sabine had acted different on that mission. Preoccupied. Like she was planning something later in the day.

Ezra opened the door to his room without anything unusual happening. The durasteel panel sprang open freely, granting him access. Upon entering, he saw Sabine's work of art and knew what Sabine had been thinking about. A project as big as that painting… That would take some planning.

In it, the Ghost was floating in space. Around it was the view of the imploded star cluster that the crew had seen near Lira San. The star cluster looked beautiful, like Sabine had taken a photo, but her signature style was there: her vibrant colors, her liberal paint applications. Her artistic personality represented in a drawing. Obviously, it didn't show her more closed off side, but that didn't matter to Ezra.

Zeb walked in next, and he was equally awestruck. The sheer beauty of the drawing eclipsed the big Lasat's thoughts utterly, color overriding his normal functions. He stopped mid-stride simply to marvel at the masterpiece.

Finally, Ezra spoke. "It's beautiful."

"Thought you two would like it," said Sabine. She had seen the two warriors walk into the room and decided to follow.

"Yeah. Wow. Well, I have to go do something, so, see ya around, you two," quipped Zeb. He grabbed a small item off his bed and strode out of the room.

Sabine sat on the bed as Ezra admired the masterpiece on his wall. Ezra ran his fingers across the paint, trying to absorb the piece all at once.

"How are you able to do this?" the young Jedi asked eventually.

"Lots and lots of practice. Plus, I had some inspiration from a more realistic source," Sabine answered. Ezra sat on the bed next to her as Sabine leaned back against the hard wall.

"And what was that source?"

"The imploded star cluster. But I have something I want to tell you, Ezra." Sabine said the second part quickly so Ezra couldn't quite make it out.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Ezra asked.

"I…" Sabine had never been comfortable with admitting things like feelings. "I think I have feelings for you, Ezra."

The way that Ezra's eyes lit up was evidence enough that he returned the feelings, the love, that Sabine had finally confessed. He had had a crush on the young Mandalorian the moment he had seen her. But eventually, his crappy flirting had fallen away, and it had been replaced with a steady friendship with Sabine. And now, apparently, just being nice to her had done the trick. Since his flirtatious younger self had fallen away, he had tried to just treat her like a person, a friend, a crewmate. He still loved her, of course. Nothing could change that. But maybe she hadn't liked his insipid 15-year-old self, and enjoyed his older, calmer, collected personality.

Returning his mind to the present, Ezra looked at Sabine. His quick attunement with the Force a few seconds earlier had revealed that Sabine wasn't lying. But her emotions were still in turmoil, like someone had thrown a stone into a pond repeatedly.

Sabine, for her part, was staring at the handsome young man across from her. She had doubts as to how to continue. Let Ezra take the reins? Let the announcement run its course? Take things into her own hands? Yes, the last one sounded good. So that's what she did.

As Ezra sat contemplating what Sabine's declaration meant for the both of them, Sabine leaned forward. Her eyes, a beautiful brown, were tinged with longing, lust. Her desire just to be with Ezra overpowered her aloof attitude. Finally, as her arousement reached an apex, Ezra stole the lead.

Ezra leaned forward as well. His stare, unwavering, picked up the poorly masked feelings in Sabine's eyes. Now was his chance.

His lips met hers. The amber eyes of Sabine lit up. Ezra's darker blue eyes barely moved, aside from them widening incrementally.

The kiss was quick, fleeting. They broke apart quickly. Neither of the rebels were satisfied. Their passions, demanding more, took control of their limbs, and they rushed to each other. They kissed deeply, tongues fighting for dominance as ardor invaded the minds of both of the Rebels. Both Ezra's and Sabine's eyes closed in supplication. They didn't care if there was a mission to do at that point, and if there had been one, they would have ignored it - they just wanted to keep the kiss.

But, as all things must, the kiss, the first kiss for both of them, eventually ended. They broke off and just held each other for a while, not wanting to move away. Instead, they kept themselves within the other person's embrace.

After what seemed like only a few seconds, they broke apart. Looking at the clock on the wall, Ezra nearly jumped. It was almost ten minutes later! When did that happen?

"Oh, wow," Sabine said, also mightily surprised at how much time had passed. "Time flies, huh?"

"Yeah," was all the answer that Ezra volunteered.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing. Just…."

Sabine looked at her new boyfriend quizzically. Even if she concealed her own feelings, she was adept at tearing away other peoples masks, exposing how they felt.

"It's Lothal. It's changed so much." The statement was a guess, but apparently it was correct. Ezra nodded.

"It's burning. My home world… It's burning, and I don't know how to save it," Ezra said hopelessly. He felt overwhelmed. Sabine helped, but at the same time piled even more questions on.

"We'll figure it out, Ezra. We always do." Sabine toned her voice to sound as comforting as possible.

"Yeah, we do have a habit of doing that, don't we?" Ezra said with a small laugh. Sabine breathed a small sigh of relief. At least Ezra wasn't wallowing in self-pity anymore. He wasn't completely out of the sea of blackness, but it was a start.