Day 22- Ezrabine: Midnight Snack
Sabine rolled over to look at the door that had just opened. Ezra stood there.
"What do you need?" Sabine whispered, propping herself up on an elbow.
"Can't sleep," Ezra shrugged.
"So what do you need?" Sabine asked again. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Ezra shrugged again. "I don't know. I guess I just need some company. Maybe something to eat."
"Well," Sabine sighed tossing her blanket aside. "I can give you both of those. Let's go."
Getting out of bed and grabbing Ezra's hand, Sabine led the boy from her bedroom and to the lounge area.
"Sit down and I'll see what we have in the galley," Sabine said, gently pushing Ezra down. "Did you have anything in mind of what you wanted to eat?" Sabine called from the other room.
Ezra shrugged. "I don't think so," he called back. "But food sounds like a good distraction..."
"Distraction? From what? Do you want talk about it?" Sabine inquired. "Also, I guess we shouldn't cut up the meiloorun? What about...chips?" From his seat in the lounge he heard Sabine trying to jump and grab some chips down from a higher shelf. She was grunting as the bag rustled.
After a rather exasperated sigh, Ezra smiled and got up. Leaning in the doorway he laughed at the girl. "Do you need any help?"
Sabine turned around and stared at him. "No! I have it under control."
"Of course you do," Ezra smirked. "You always do, but..." he came forward and without warning, picked her up and placed her on the counter. Sabine kicked and screamed a little at the unwelcome assist, only giving Ezra more reason to laugh. "Everyone needs help every now and then."
Sabine huffed, but grabbed the chips all the same and jumped down. "I'd be mad at you, but since you came to see me for help, I'll guess I'll let it go. Now," Sabine ripped open the bag. "Let's go talk."
Sitting back down in the lounge, Ezra grabbed a handful of chips. "You know," Ezra sighed popping a couple of chips in his mouth. "I really don't feel like there's much to talk about. I just haven't been sleeping well."
"Why?" Sabine asked. "Can't get to sleep, can't stay asleep? What is it? Bad dreams?"
"All of the above?" Ezra said gesturing vaguely, crumbs of chips flying from his hands. "Oops," he said looking at the floor.
Sabine rolled her eyes. "Nobody will notice. Hopefully. Maybe Chopper. Who knows. But it'll be fine." She shrugged and continued eating. "So, bad dreams? About what?"
"You know," Ezra began. "I don't even always remember. I just wake up and feel uneasy and scared. It's...weird. I can't explain..."
Sabine looked at the boy with concern. She knew it was hard for him to be this open sometimes, and she wanted to help. Empathy and sympathy weren't exactly her strong suits, but she could at least listen. "You don't need to explain. That's alright. But...I do want you to know that I care and I'm here for you. Okay?" She placed her hand on top of his and looked him in the eyes. Tears were threatening to spill from his blue eyes, but he smiled in return.
"Thank you, Sabine," he said. "It means a lot."
"I know it does. You're welcome." She bowed her head.
Ezra moved closer to her on the bench and wrapped and arm around her. "I'm glad you're here."
Sabine smiled and leaned against his shoulder. "I can relate."
Ezra chuckled. "I'll take it."