Sabine returned to the Ghost early one afternoon, dripping wet and covered in snow. Hera was waiting with a hot thermos for her. Sabine graciously accepted the warm drink, and chugged down half its contents. She then walked back to her room.

Ezra was there, already in his normal outfit, and clean and dry. He looked up as Sabine entered.

"Ah, there you are. Hold still."

Sabine closed her eyes, and at once her clothes became warm and dry.

"You're really getting good with that aren't you?"

"Thanks." Said Ezra. He had indeed been working on perfecting the Force technique of removing water molecules from solid objects.

"Hey Sabine?"

"Yeah?" Asked Sabine.

"Well, tomorrow's the Festival Of Hearts, and there's supposed to be this big celebration going on that night. I was wondering if you wanted to…"

"Only if you want to." Smiled Sabine, forestalling the question.

Ezra blushed furiously.

"Uh… Yeah. Yeah I do."

The next day, Ezra couldn't help but notice that everyone was being a bit nicer in general to everyone else.

Hera made breakfast for everyone, Kanan let them all take the day off, Chopper was being (or trying to look like it) a little less grumpy than usual, and even Zeb found it in his heart to go the whole day without pulling a practical joke or making fun of anyone. Ezra was bracing himself for when the other shoe dropped.

But he couldn't really worry about that right then. He had his own problem to deal with.

Sabine was, in fact, the first to notice this. He seemed to become really nervous when talking to her, and he hadn't written a single word in his book. He even turned down Sabine's offer of a snowball fight.

In reality, he was trying to make a very tough decision. One that would affect his life and his relationship with Sabine.

Forever.

Finally, he decided that the only thing for it was to go and talk to Hera. She could help him.

Ezra found Sabine in the cockpit.

"Hey Hera, can I talk to you a sec?"

"Sure, Ezra, what's wrong?"

Ezra bit his tongue, and stared at the door behind him.

"Ok, before I say anything, I want you to promise that you will not tell anyone. What I say here, stays here, ok?"

"Sure. I promise, just what's bothering you?"

Ezra took one last glance at the door, and then started talking.

Hours later, night had fallen, and the Festival Of Hearts began.

The townsfolk had really outdone themselves this year. There were food stalls, souvenirs, everything. Sabine particularly liked the people that swallowed fire and then spat it out again in a perfect heart shape. One thing Sabine noticed about Ezra was that although he was enjoying the celebrations, he did seem to be quite nervous the whole time.

Eventually, Ezra took a deep breath, and said:

"Sabine, could you wait here for a moment? I just wanna get something."

"Oh yeah, sure," said Sabine happily. "But what is it you wanted?"

But he was already gone.

Ezra was gone for a few minutes, and when he returned, he looked even more flustered and nervous than ever. He had been about to say something, when a low whine from the loudspeakers interrupted him

"Oh!" Exclaimed Ezra. "The fireworks are starting soon! Come on!"

Ezra led Sabine out of the town, and a short distance away from it until they reached his tower. They climbed to the top floor, but Ezra just led her through the house, to a small ladder extending to a hatch in the ceiling. He climbed up, and then gestured Sabine to come up as well. At the top, Sabine gasped.

"There you go. The best view in all of Lothal."

Sabine stared around. They were quite literally on top of the tower, up next to the antenna for the Holonet. Ezra got out a couple of blankets from a nearby cupboard, and spread them onto the ground. The two sat down, and Sabine leaned against Ezra, who put his arm around her. The two stared out over Capital City, with all the lights and music of the festival still going strong.

It was very romantic.

The two cuddling there, on top of the tower, looking out at all the bright lights of Lothal… It made them feel like the last two people on earth.

One thing that may have put a damper on the occasion, had Sabine noticed it, was that Ezra kept looking at her, and then turning away and breaking into a cold sweat. Eventually, he pulled something out of his pocket.

"Sabine?"

"Yes, Ezra?"

Ezra pressed something into her hand.

Sabine picked up the object, and stared at it. It was a small, perfectly cut, heart. Just smaller than her palm, it had the initials E.B on one side and S.W on the other.

"It's a talisman. Touching it will give you strength and courage, and if you are ever in dire need of help, squeeze it, and think of me. And wherever I am, wherever you are, I will help you."

She seemed to be fighting back tears now. She hugged Ezra.

Ezra hugged her, and felt tears running down his back. Many things went through his head right then, but the only thing that he could bring himself to say was:

"I love you Sabine."

"I love you Ezra."

Ezra let go of her. He grabbed something else from his pocket, and turned to face her.

"Sabine, I love you with all my heart. When you were captured, I felt that my heart had been torn apart. It made me realise how much I need you. I want to be there to protect you. I want to be with you. Sabine, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Sabine gasped at these last words and put a hand to her mouth. Ezra got down on one knee, and produced a small box.

"Sabine Wren, will you marry me?"

"YES!"

Sabine slipped on the ring, and kissed Ezra. At that moment, the fireworks went off, as red and white sparks flashed over Lothal.

However long they stayed there the two rebels didn't know. It could have been minutes, or hours, or possibly several moonlit days. Time seemed lost in all meaning, for this was a special moment, which they shared together.

And it was the happiest moment in both of their lives.

The End.