Ezra plucked at the edge of the bandage wrapping his leg. He scowled at it. "But I'm bored!" His voice was still croaky and he tried to clear it, rubbing his throat with his hand.
"Tough, kid." Sabine dumped the tray of food down on the footlocker Zeb had dragged across the floor to serve as a table.
"Yeah." The gruff voice of the Lasat crewman rumbled from his bunk. "Did the crime, do the time."
"But I'm fine!" Ezra protested, getting ready to toss back the blanket and stand up. He stuck one foot over the side of the bed. And promptly went white.
With uncharacteristic gentleness, Sabine pushed him back down. "Hera says you gotta rest, Ezra."
Ezra's eyes closed, his face pinched with pain. "Where's Kanan?" he asked with a small voice.
Sabine glanced across at Zeb, whose glowing green eyes watched the scene with concern he wouldn't let the boy see. Zeb levered himself off his bunk and hit the deck with a soft thud.
"He's looked in on you a couple times, but you have been asleep, y'know." Zeb's mouth drew down. Sabine looked at him severely. He shrugged. "I will let him know you are awake. He's working a mission right now. But as soon as he gets a chance."
Ezra turned his back on Sabine and Zeb, pulling his blanket up high. "Don't bother. I'm fine."
Sabine propped her hands on her hips, the corner of her mouth tucked in in disapproval. Zeb jerked his head toward the door. She nodded.
"See you soon, Ezra. Don't forget to eat. And get some rest, we need you fit for the next mission," she said to the boy, and merely got a grunt in return.