Chopper immediately launched into a string of beeps and whistles when Kanan stepped into the Ghost with an unconscious Hera in his arms. "Calm down, tin can," he said quietly. "She's alright. Just sleeping." Chopper didn't seem to buy that; his socket arms waved around his flat head in a manner that reminded Kanan of a toddler throwing a fit, only slightly less comical given the way he seemed to be doing the droid equivalent of cursing. "Shush! You're gonna wake her up. Get the ship ready to jump to hyperspace." Chopper paused, then let out another low whistle as he turned toward the cockpit. Kanan stopped and looked back at him. "What was that?"
Hera shifted against him and he adjusted his hold on her, carefully avoiding her injured leg. Keeping as quiet as possible, he carried her to her room and gently laid her on the narrow bed. He took a moment to observe her face, so peaceful and at ease now that their mission had been completed. There was even a tiny smile on her lips. His eyes fell to her neck, to the scar that she had been so ashamed of. Sadness swelled in him, not just because of the agony she had suffered as a child, but for the lifetime of self-consciousness and fear of showing her neck it had caused her. He wouldn't bring it up again if she didn't want to talk about it anymore, but he hoped that one day she wouldn't feel so pained by its presence. Especially since she had just proven that she refused to be a victim anymore.
Kanan stroked a thumb down the side of her jaw with a silent promise that he wouldn't let her suffer an indignity like that again if he could help it. She shifted again, her smile growing in her sleep. That was all he needed to know that everything would be alright. He left her to her rest and headed out to join Chopper at the ship's controls.
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