The next morning, Sabine woke to a light knock on her door. She slowly stretched and cringed as her shoulder tightened up in pain. She slowly walked to the door and hit the open button revealing Ezra on the other side holding a tray of food.
"Uh….I brought you breakfast." He stammered.
"thanks, but I'm not that hungry." Sabine said and turned to walk back into her room. She whirled around when she heard Ezra's footsteps entering the room behind her.
"I said I wasn't hungry Ezra!" Sabine hissed in anger.
"Well I don't care you're eating." Ezra grumbled back.
Sabine stared at the young jedi in half shock half anger that he was challenging her in her own room.
"And what makes you think that you can tell me when to eat?"
Ezra set the tray down and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
"Well….please just eat it Sabine, after you fell asleep, Herra went off on all of us for not telling her that you had been injured and then she threatened each of us that if we didn't do everything she asked of us that she would throw us out of the airlock into empty cold space."
"I still don't get what that has to do with me eating." Sabine muttered.
"Herra said if I don't get you to eat something I might as well start trying to float to the nearest planet."
The Mandalorian shook her head in frustration. Any other day and she probably would've laughed at Ezra's predicament.
"Only to save your ass okay." Sabine sighed as she ate a piece of toast. While she ate, Ezra looked around the room. He noticed the drawing on the wall and his mood became more somber.
"How are you?" He asked in a quiet voice.
"Not good." Sabine stated sadly.
Ezra sat in silence as Sabine quietly ate her meal. When she handed him the tray he stood up to leave but stopped at the door.
"It could use some flowers."
"What?"
"Your painting. Put flowers on the graves. You can change them every few days if you like. Kind of like you're visiting and paying your respects."
Sabine watched Ezra exit her room. She turned to look at the painting on her wall. Picking up her paint gun, Sabine switched out the color of paint and walked towards the wall.
When it was time for lunch, Herra knocked on Sabine's door. When she didn't get an answer she used her override again and walked inside with a tray of food.
"Sabine?" The pilot whispered looking around the room.
The bomb expert rolled over in her sleep on the bed, stirring but not waking. Herra set the food to the side and went to pull the blanket back over Sabine's sleeping form. The Twiliek noticed that Sabine had changed into loose fitting sweats and a shirt and that her hair was still damp from a shower. Herra took it as a good sign.
The pilot looked up at the wall and smiled. "You'll be fine dear" she whispered as she looked at the art. The figure was no longer crying but was bent down placing red roses on each of the graves. The sky was no longer an angry thunderstorm but had changed to reveal a gleam of light breaking through the clouds.
Herra exited the room and left Sabine to get her rest.
It was dinner time and Ezra was about to throw a roll at the back of Zeb's head when he paused as Sabine, wearing her cleaned armor, walked in and grabbed a plate and started piling on food. Kannan was the first to notice the difference in the Mandalorian's armor. Where the blaster bolt had scarred her armor were three tiny roses painted on.
"What do you think?" The jedi whispered to Herra who was sitting next to him.
"I think it means she's going to be okay."
Sabine quietly walked over to the table and sat down next to Zeb and handed him a dinner roll.
"What's this for?"
"To throw at Ezra since he was about to throw one at you when I walked in."
The burly Lasat smiled and threw the roll at Ezra. The little area suddenly erupted into a food fight between the crew of the Ghost.
"Yep…we're all going to be fine." Herra laughed as she shoved a handful of mashed potatoes into Kannan's face.
AUTHOR NOTE: I hope you enjoyed the story. It's been a little while since I last wrote a story so I would love to get some feedback on what everyone thought.