A/N: Pre-Star Wars: Rebels


A Little Trim

"Why doesn't Hera cut your hair?" Sabine combed her fingers through the brown tresses.

"I tried that once, she just could get over chopping off a part of someone's head." Kanan laughed. "Besides, I've seen your work, I trust you'll do a good job."

Sabine snipped through the uneven ends, probably from him trying to cut it himself. "Do you want me to add a little color too?" She didn't think he'd go for it. "I think a few yellow and orange streaks would look good. Maybe purple?"

Kanan laughed again. "Nah, just a trim, please."

Sabine smiled. "Sure thing."

...

Art

Sabine was nervous. She'd never shown anyone her art before. Before it'd all been in her mind. She'd done some pieces secretly, but now she was ready for others to see. She swallowed. Actually, maybe she wasn't ready.

"It's really good." Kanan's voice was genuinely admiring. "Those colors are – wow."

"Yeah?" Sabine's voice was too eager. She sounded like a little kid who wanted attention.

"Yeah." Kanan traced one of the lines. "The simple lines and clean mosaic reminds me of," his voice faltered. Changing course, he smiled. "Well, it's really good, I'm impressed."

Kanan's compliment filled her with confidence.

...

Cleaning Up

Sabine sat on the floor near the table while Kanan prepared supper. She scrubbed at her armor, trying to remove a sticky residue from their most recent adventure.

Kanan cast an eye in her direction. "How's it going?"

"Not great." Sabine continued her vigorous scouring.

"Try the dish fluid." Kanan tossed her the bottle.

Sabine caught it and gave it a try. "Hey, this works great! Where'd you learn about this?"

"It's a little trick I learned during the war." Kanan returned to chopping vegetables.

"From the clones?" Who else would he have learnt it from?

"Yeah," said Kanan quietly.

...

Tea

It had been a long day, Sabine was dead tired and aching after their run. They had managed to make the pickup. Barely.

"You doing okay, kid?" Kanan put a firm hand on her shoulder.

"I'll be fine." Sabine closed her eyes. She needed about eighty hours of sleep.

"Okay," Kanan said. He left and returned a few moments later. A warm mug was pressed between her hands.

"What's this?" She opened her eyes.

"You look like you could use a cup of hot tea."

Sabine sipped the drink. It was good. She might have to take up drinking it.

...

My Almost Dad

Kanan wasn't her dad, he could never replace her real father, but in a lot of ways he was close. She had come to depend on his guidance and wisdom, and even laugh at his corny jokes. He could always tell when something was bothering her and give her the space she needed to talk about it.

"Kanan?" she peeked into his room, a lot on her mind.

"Yeah?"

"I need some advice, do you have a minute?" Sabine fidgeted with her vambrace.

Kanan waved her to come in. "For you, kid, I've got all the time in the galaxy."