A/N: Pre-Star Wars: Rebels
Paints
Sabine's relationship with her mother was...complicated. Her relationship with Hera was the opposite. Where her mother was harsh and demanding, Hera was understanding and kind. Hera let her bloom in her own time.
"I brought you something." Hera entered Sabine's room. "I hope you like it."
Sabine stared as Hera upended a sack of paints on her desk. "Hera, there's so many colors. I can't possibly pay you back."
"I wouldn't dream of asking you to." Hera smiled. "Your art makes this place more beautiful to live in, you're really the one doing me a favor.
"Thanks," said Sabine shyly.
...
Advice
"Hera, how did you know you liked Kanan?" Sabine had been thinking hard about a certain young man.
Hera gave her a knowing look. "I didn't know right away, feelings like that can take time to identify."
"And Kanan, how did you know he liked you?" Sabine asked.
Hera laughed. "Kanan wasn't exactly good at hiding his feelings. A less awkward person might be harder to pick up on."
"You think Kanan is awkward?"
"He was when I first met him." Hera smiled. "But, he's a lot better now. And if you want to know how someone feels, ask them."
...
Errands
"Do you want to come into the city with me?" Hera asked as she prepped her speederbike.
"Sure." Sabine grabbed her own bike.
"I thought we'd get supplies, and also a break from the guys."
Sabine hopped on her bike. "What, you don't enjoy listening to Zeb burp the Imperial Anthem?"
Hera rolled her eyes at the thought. "Not really."
In town they walked through the market. "This is pretty." Hera touched a silk scarf longingly.
"You should buy it." Sabine encouraged.
"I don't need frivolous things." Hera sighed.
"Then I'll get it for you." Sabine put down the credits.
...
Relax
"You're tense." Hera ran a hand over Sabine's shoulders. "Anything I can do about it?"
Sabine glanced up at Hera. "Not really, I'm just tired." It wasn't true.
Hera began to gently rub Sabine's shoulders. "I can tell you're nervous."
Sabine sighed. "I guess I am."
"You don't have to be." Hera worked her hands down Sabine's back. "You've got this."
Sabine wasn't so sure. Hera's hands felt good though. It reminded her of her childhood when her mother used to rub her back to help her relax before bed.
Hera patted her back affectionately. "I believe in you, Sabine."
