As they headed toward the kitchen Ezra noticed how silent the ship was. It was never this quiet.

"Hera?" The pilot looked over her shoulder at him. "Where is everyone?"

"In bed" She replied. "It's late. As far as I know we're still up."

He almost asked why she was still up, but stopped himself before the question left his lips. It wasn't like it was his place to know.

Once there, Hera had the boy sit down while she fussed at the corner. As she fixed him a bowl of soup she watched him out of the corner of her eye. Ezra was staring down at the table's surface, zoned out.

She knew Ezra was still up and she was sure she knew the reason why. The teen looked up to Kanan and the thought that he had disappointed him was devastating to the youth. She reminded herself to talk to the Jedi about his anger issues. First and foremost she had to attend to Ezra.

Kanan in his anger, hadn't noticed how Ezra had been acting after the mission. Hera, however, had noticed how the teen favored his left side, despite his attempts to hide it. She needed to find out what was wrong.

She set the bowl down in front of him. Ezra stared at it, making no move to eat it. The pilot gave a sigh before leaning on the table.

"Alright, spit it out."

"Spit out what?" Ezra muttered sullenly.

"What happened out there, during the mission." She saw his shoulders tense.

"Why? I blew it, the mission was a failure because of me. What else do you need to know?" Ezra snapped, before suddenly going silent. Hera raised an eyebrow. She decided to just be up front.

"Really, did you think we wouldn't notice at some point?"

"What are you talking about? Notice what?" But she saw the nervousness in his eyes, confirming what she expected.

She walked over to his side of the table. She knelt beside his chair, and before her could move, grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it up. She sucked in a breath when she saw his side.

His ribcage was covered in the dark blue and purple of a bruise. There were several scratches present, one at least several inches long and deep enough to need stitches. Before she could check to see what was possibly a cracked rib, he yanked the shirt out of her hands and pulled it back down. He looked angry and scared.

"How could you?" He demanded.

"How could I?" Here retorted. "Your hurt and you thought you could hide it? Did you think that we would find out eventually?"

"What's the big deal?" Ezra snapped. "I've had worse, it's not like I'm dying."

"But your hurting, that's a pretty big deal to me." Hera said, frustrated. Force, when would this kid realize he wasn't alone anymore? That he didn't have to hide anything from them, especially her?

Ezra didn't answer, glaring at the soup in front of him as if it was the source of all his problems. He heard his companion sigh. He felt an arm snake around his shoulders. He almost shook her off. The gesture felt strange, foreign to him.

"Come on, eat your food and then we're going to fix you up, okay?" Her voice was gentle in his ear.

Ezra considered arguing, but knowing Hera, it would simply be a waste of time. He picked up his spoon and began to eat.

Once he had finished, Hera put the bowl in the sink and they went to the common room, where Hera pulled out a med kit and sat on the couch beside the teen.

"Shirt off." He scowled, but removed the article of clothing and allowed the older rebel to examine his wounds closer. He couldn't help flinching as she touched his side. She murmured an apology, but didn't pause in her search.

"Broken rib." She opened the kit. "That cut probably needs to be stitched up too. I've never done stitches before, but Kanan has. Let me go get him and…."

"No!" His sudden yelp startled her. She looked at the teen's fear filled face.

"Don't get Kanan, please." He begged. "Just wrap it up and it'll be fine."

"Ezra…"She felt bad for him. She knew he didn't want to bother Kanan, especially after the Jedi's blowup earlier, but she knew she had to.

"He's going to find out eventually. You can't hide you wounds from him forever." She kept her voice gentle.

"I know" Ezra fidgeted. "But…"

"No buts." She cut him off. "You stay here and I'll be right back." She stood, and with a ruffle of his hair, exited the room.