Sabine yawned as her eyes strained to stay focused on an ebook on her datapad. It wasn't that the book was incredibly dull (it actually sort of was), but it was so late. Her reason for staying up was so that she could talk with her husband. She did not want to go to bed without talking to Ezra. If she didn't, she felt the issue might never get resolved.

It was so late. Sabine wondered where Ezra could have gone. It wasn't like him to be out for most the night. Evenings were always his favorite because he could spend them with her. But did he even want to be with her anymore? Sabine chased the thought from her mind.

Sabine stoked the fire and looked back at the door. It wasn't locked and she was expecting Ezra to walk in at any minute. She was so tired, she wondered if she could even have a conversation with him about that afternoon. Sabine frowned and returned to the screen. She had to find her place again, not that she was really reading it, she just didn't want to read the same paragraph for the sixth time.

The datapad began to slip from Sabine's hands. Her head began to nod. Her eyes drooped. She could always talk to Ezra tomorrow…

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Sabine jumped at the raping on the door. She stood up, certain it was someone coming to tell her Ezra had been found injured or dead or covered in women and he was being put to death by her mother!

She flung open the door.

It was Gera, with a flushed and wobbly Ezra hanging off his arm.

"Ank oo, sir, I 'an 'ake it from'er." Ezra tried to stand up straight, but he almost collapsed with the effort. Sabine put her hands up to catch him, but Gera had a pretty good hold on him.

"Easy, Ezra. Don't go and overdo it." Gera addressed Sabine. "Good night, Countess. I believe this delinquent belongs to you." Sabine was baffled. She wasn't sure if she should laugh at Ezra (he did look pretty funny; he had a stupid grin on his face) or yell at him.

"Uh, yes, I guess he does belong to me." Sabine put her arms out, ready to take her property. Just then, Ezra finally righted himself. He clapped Gera on the shoulder.

"Gera, yoor a goo man, ooh know 'at? I'm uhnna name mah secn'd bor son af'er oo. I 'eem it!" He grinned at the guard. Gera put a hand on Ezra's.

"You do that, buddy."

Ezra's eyes widened and his hand flew over his mouth. He ran past Sabine and ducked in the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and the two heard him retch. Sabine stared at the closed door. She turned slowly back to Gera, her hands on her hips.

"What happened," she asked calmly and quietly. Gera knew she was fuming. He shrugged and gestured to the bathroom door, where Ezra up-chucked again.

"Your husband got dunk."

"I can see that," Sabine said angrily. "But what happened." Gera let out a sigh.

"Pardon my answer, Countess, but I think you need to ask your husband that." Gera bowed and walked off down the hall.

Sabine was speechless. She blinked a few times at Gera's retort and slowly closed the door.

She heard Ezra throw up his insides again. She winced, feeling the urge herself. Who in the galaxy let him get so drunk? She walked over to the door and knocked.

"Ezra? Are you alright."

"No…" he moaned. Sabine opened the door, to find Ezra's head in the toilet. "You'll be happy to know," he said with his voice echoing in the bowl, "that this toilet was clean." Sabine couldn't help but smile. He always said silly things to lighten the mood. Another wave hit him and his body shuddered to get rid of the night's poison. Sabine had to cover her own mouth to keep her late dinner down. Ezra panted into the toilet, his shoulders shaking. He clutched the sides for support. He threw up one more time and flopped back onto the wall, the nasty bought finally over with. Sabine knelt beside him and looked at his face.

He was an awful green and sweat poured from his temples and forehead. He had barf around his mouth and his eyes were blurry with tears. Sabine got up and wetted a rag. She cleaned his face and wiped his hands off. She noticed he tried not to meet her eyes. Sabine put the rag on the counter sink and began to unclip his soiled vest. It looked like he didn't quite make it to the toilet in time. She took the vest off and his shirt too. She then helped him stand up. He almost put all his weight on her, but got half of it into his legs. Sabine led Ezra to the bed and he almost fell face first on to it. He laid down, moaning as he did so. Sabine tugged at his boots and then pulled the sheets down to cover him.

She did have to feel sorry for him, no matter how mad she was at him. She'd never seen Ezra so drunk and she wondered if he'd ever been. Just as she was pulling the blankets up to his chest, Ezra whispered for Sabine to come closer. She leaned in.

"I ever tell you, you got a great ass?"

Sabine had half a mind to slap her husband. She angrily dropped the covers where they were and stalked over to the couch, taking a blanket and a pillow with her. She sat down and settled in. She tried to will herself to sleep, but instead, tears fell. It was only after she had cried a great deal, did Sabine doze off into an uneasy sleep.