A/N: So, I know you're hoping this chapter will be the proposal, and…it isn't. Sorry. BUT! It's coming and I've got approximately a whole bunch of upcoming chapters full of nothing but Ezrabine fluff and happiness. Honest. You should see my outline. This….just isn't one aaaand neither is the next one, exactly. Final trip into angst land, y'all. This and the next chapter are mine and RagnarDanneskjold's answer (pretty much all his excellent idea, tbh) to addressing some things that happened/are going to happen in "Crumbling," the fic that pretty much inspired this one. I promise this is getting to the fluffy parts. Don't give up on me!


Sounds Good

Sabine slouched lazily in the Gauntlet's front seat, swiveling from side to side like a restless child as Hera's holo-image flickered in front of her. The Twi'lek's eyes were narrow.

"Sabine," she sighed, long-suffering. "Did you hear the last three things I said?"

"I think Ezra's planning something." That non-answer nudged the count to four things she hadn't heard Hera say.

If Hera was annoyed, she didn't let it show. "Planning what?"

"Something."

"Like—oh." Hera grinned, looking more like a giddy teenager than a world-wise general and mother of a six-year-old. "Well…are you going to say yes?"

Sabine opened her mouth to answer in the affirmative, but only a wheezed sigh came out.

Hera's eyes widened in alarm. "Sabine!"

"Calm down." The Mandalorian's voice was soft, apprehensive. "I want to say yes—I'm going to say yes—I just…don't feel like I can yet."

"Why?"

Sabine looked at her hands, self-conscious. "I don't—I don't—I think that if someone is willing to make the commitment to marry you, then they should know all…all the…" Her mouth worked silently as words failed. Hera knew exactly how to step it.

"All the things about you that make you feel most vulnerable," she supplied quietly. "I know. Is…this about—"

"About after the Battle of Endor, yeah." Sabine rolled her lips inward and bit down.

Hera rubbed her forehead. "I understand where you're coming from," she said, choosing her words carefully. "I do. But I also think…it was a long time ago now, Sabine." She paused. "And that's not where you're at anymore."

There was a ghost of a smile. "I know, and I'm glad. But…I still want him to know. I—I guess I'm scared, though, that he'll look at me like—"

"Like he loves you. That's all." Hera was firm. "Trust him and trust yourself."

"Yeah." Sabine tipped her head back, staring at the ship's ceiling. She was quiet for several minutes, Hera still patiently waiting, and then she smiled. "I guess…I'm gonna be Ezra's wife." Her nose scrunched and she laughed. "That sounds so…so…"

It was Hera's turn to make a face, one which clearly suggested she thought it was strange to think of two of her "kids" marrying each other. "Surreal?"

Sabine looked out the viewscreen, watching Ezra as he extinguished his saber and knelt in the grass. His shoulders relaxed and a satisfied peace smoothed his features as he centered himself, meditating. Emotion squeezed around her heart. He looked so—him. "Good," she said, catching her breath. "It sounds good."