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Sabine opened her eyes with a groan, not knowing where she was. Her back, lower back, and neck ached. This was strange, since she always slept in the same position, only occasionally changing her position, and none of them caused pain.
So, the girl opened her eye, squinting at the automatically adjusted of light, which turned on and gradually began to increase from six in the morning. Considering that the light wasn't very bright yet and hadn't reached its normal state, it was now around eight or nine in the morning.
After blinking her eyes a few times to adjust to the light, Sabine pushed herself up as far as she could and looked around. And she saw her own room, littered with sheets of paper, open sketchbooks, and several canvases, all of them painted, as well as charcoal, spray cans, pencils of various colors, closed cans of paint, and brushes. Almost afraid, she looked up at the walls...they were also painted.
"Here you go," Sabine said, handing Ezra a blank twelve - page album.
"I still need some drawing items," the guy said.
"Yeah," she said, returning to her small trunk, where she kept all her art supplies. After a minute, she pulled out her crayons and tossed them at the guy who'd caught them.
"Woob, woob," Chopper piped.
"You've never been interested in this before," the girl said.
"Woob, woob.
"All right," Sabine conceded.
She also took out a canvas and charcoal pencil for the droid, placing the first one in front of it and holding the second one in her hand.
"Don't push too hard," she said. "Otherwise, you'll tear the canvas, and I don't have many of them."
"Wub, wub," Chopper said, experimentally running the charcoal across the canvas and leaving a mark on it. "Wub, wub," the droid said, then hovered.
The Mandalorian left the droid to its own devices and turned her attention back to the young Jedi. Ezra was sitting on the floor, leaning against her bed, making some sketches in his sketchbook. His face was focused and relaxed at the same time (does that make sense?), so she decided not to disturb him, at least not yet.
Sabine picked up her personal sketchbook and charcoal pencil and sat on the lower bunk, leaning against the wall. She flipped through her work and found a blank sheet, which was the penultimate one in this album. She was about to start drawing, but she glanced at Chopper, who was sketching too slowly and carefully, as if he knew exactly what he was drawing and how; then at Ezra, whose sheet of paper was clearly visible to her from above, and he was ... drawing Chopper drawing? The droid was out of proportion in some places, but that was normal for him. The girl came up with an idea, and she began to implement it...
After an hour or two, they switched places. Sabine was on the floor now, and Ezra was on the bottom bunk. Her sketchbook was finished and now lay on the floor next to her, and in her hands was a new one, where she was already making new sketches. The droid sat in such a way that her view of its second canvas was impossible. There were aerosol cans next to it. She wasn't sure how he used them, but she didn't say anything. Next to the girl's feet was now also her open box of supplies.
- How to draw eyes? - A question came from above her head.
"A circle and a circle within a circle," Mandalorian said without much thought.
"I want to make it more realistic," he said. When there was no response, because the girl was too focused, he started repeating. "Sabine. Sabine. Sabine.
"Yes, yes, give me your sketchbook and I'll draw it for you as an example," Sabine moaned slightly.
When she saw the proffered sketchbook, she took it, setting aside her own, and began sketching her eyes. To definitely satisfy the guy, she decided to draw several options in different colors.
As soon as it was done, she handed the album back, receiving a friendly " Thank you." Her lips broke into a smile as she heard a soft " Wow."
She took back her sketchbook and went back to work.
Sabine suddenly felt breath on her hair and pulled away in shock. She turned around and went into an even bigger shock. Ezra was sleeping in her lower bunk! He was still wearing light orange pajamas that peeked out from under the covers, and he looked relaxed. And his face was on the edge, so... right next to her hair! Had he been smelling her hair all night?
For a moment, the Mandalorian thought about the smell of his hair, which made her blush and quickly put the thought out of her mind. However, she couldn't help but notice that his face was relaxed and calm. He was not pale, there were no dried tracks of tears on his cheeks or redness, black bags around his eyes, which means that he slept well all night. Sabine took another look at the painted walls and cluttered floor and sighed. Yes, it all needed to be cleaned up, but it was all worth it: Ezra slept well and didn't have any nightmares, which meant that she had achieved what she wanted.
The Mandalorian involuntarily reached out and lightly stroked the boy's hair, feeling its morning shagginess. It took her a moment to realize what she was doing, but she didn't pull her hand away abruptly. Instead, she continued stroking him for a few more seconds before pulling away, intending to let him sleep, especially when he was feeling so good.
Sabine stood up quietly, stepping carefully between the scattered items. Then she opened the door and left the room. Considering she'd been wearing armor all night, she headed to the air freshener to wash her face. She really wanted to get in the shower all the way, but her change of underwear was in her room, and Ezra was there... well, not today.
The Mandalorian washed her face for a few minutes to fully wake up and refresh herself as much as possible, then went out and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
As she passed through the mess hall, she met Hera, who was sitting alone at the table, but there were two cups and a small bag next to her. A Twi'lek spotted the girl, smiled at her, and beckoned her over.
"Good morning, Sabine," she said.
"Hi, Hera," the Mandalorian replied, not touching her cup yet. – Why are there two glasses here?"
"It was supposed to be Kanan's coffee, but for some reason Chopper electrocuted him and they left to talk".
The girl snorted, remembering the events of the night. Yes, Chopper was definitely targeting Kanan, she thought.
"So, take the coffee, take the cookies, and tell me," Hera said, also picking up one of the cups.
Sabine took another cup of coffee in one hand, a cookie in the other, and began to recount the events of the night. She told her about Ezra's scream, her encounter with the elder Jedi, the argument between them and Ezra, the electric shock from Chopper. She didn't mention their subsequent conversation or their nightly gatherings.
"Hmm, can this be called a pajama party if only one of us was in pajamas, or do we need two?" the Mandalorian thought to herself as the Twi'lek remained silent, thinking.
"I think..." Hera spoke up a few minutes later. " I think there's something you're not telling me. Like how Ezra slept in your room last night.
- What? No! the girl snorted. – I don't let Ezra in my room during the day, and it's stupid to talk about the night.
"All right," the Twi'lek nodded, though the girl didn't believe it for a second, and looked at the pilot seriously. "Ah, I went to see Ezra this morning.
"He could just... be in the shower," the Mandalorian suggested.
"I could have, but..." After a moment, Hera grinned and blurted out, " Chopper actually told me."
"What?" Sabin exclaimed, rolling her head, hoping to find the guilty droid. – I was being nice to him, and he went and turned us in!"
"You can check in with him later, as the Chopper is currently in a charging station, so you can be fully prepared for the evening flight," the Twi'lek said. – And don't be too mad at him, I was the one who asked him to tell me where Ezra was because I was worried because not seeing him on the bed."
"What, what exactly did Chopper tell you?" The Mandalorian asked.
"He said that after your argument last night, you finally came to some sort of agreement, then went to draw in your room. Around four-thirty in the morning, Ezra fell asleep, then you, " Hera clarified. – That's all.
"Good," the Mandalorian murmured.
She was relieved that Chopper hadn't said anything too explicit. For example, the fact that she covered the guy with a blanket.
"Why are you up so early?" Hera asked. – You could sleep well into the evening, finally getting all the sleep you've had lately."
"I'm too used to waking up early to prepare for missions," Sabine said with a shrug. " But I'll think about it.
"And you'll let Ezra sleep there, too?" the Twi'lek asked neutrally.
The Mandalorian's eyes widened, and she almost choked on her coffee and a small piece of cookie. She hadn't expected this, so she stared at Hera in shock. After a moment, she couldn't help but laugh softly, stifling a wide grin.
"Relax, Sabine," the pilot said through a chuckle. – I was joking.
"Not funny, Hera," the Mandalorian muttered. " Absolutely not funny.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Hera apologized. – But to be honest, I'm really interested.
"I... he slept well," Sabine said instead. " If Ezra feels comfortable enough… Then I'm willing to let him.
"You didn't like him in your room before," the Twi'lek pointed out.
"I'm just trying to be a good friend," she said.
Then she saw that smile on Hera again. The more often this happened, the more uncomfortable the Mandalorian felt, as she clearly understood that Hera was not telling her something. But Sabine didn't want to spoil her day by guessing, so she just didn't say anything.
So, the end of breakfast passed in silence, then Hera got up, took the mug, and went to the side of the pilot's cabin. After a while, the Mandalorian quickly finished her coffee, picked up the cookies, and took everything to the kitchen.
After that, Sabine considered what she should do next. She could have gone back to sleep and Ezra wouldn't have been too much of a nuisance in the lower bunk, but she didn't want to wake him up by accident. But she didn't really have anything to do.
Usually, when she was bored, she had a few hobbies or things to do. The first thing she did was draw, painting her walls and armor over and over again. When she didn't have the desire or imagination to draw, she just started making bombs ("miracles"). While her hands are busy crafting, her mind is pondering. Or, when they were on a planet, she took her blasters and went shooting at something.
Right now, she couldn't start drawing, since all the things were in the room, and they weren't on the surface of the planet. So, all she had to do was make bombs.
Sighing, she headed for the loading dock. It was there that there was a built-in wardrobe with all the necessary materials.
Ezra groaned sleepily, stretching.
He stretched down for a couple of seconds before settling into a more stable position. To be honest, he was feeling so good that he didn't have any desire to get up. The bed was warm, the blanket was soft, and there was a pleasant smell in the air... the smell of paint?
Ezra opened his eyes in confusion, scanning his surroundings. Yes, he wasn't wrong. He was in Sabine's room.
"So, what am I doing here?" he thought as he leaned back and pulled the blanket higher to keep warm. – And most importantly, why am I still alive?"
After a few minutes of thinking about it, Ezra finally got up and sat up, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. The next thing he saw, the floor was littered with art supplies. Thanks to this, he recalled the events of the previous night, namely-
Ezra was somewhere between sleeping and waking when, out of the corner of his mind, he felt Sabine rise from her seat. Again, out of the corner of his mind, he feared for a second that his dream was over, and he would be kicked back to his room.
However, instead, the exact opposite happened. Ezra heard a rustle, then felt a soft blanket being pulled over him. He immediately felt how warm and pleasant he felt. He purred contentedly and pulled his legs up to his chest to make it even warmer.
Without realizing it, the guy moved closer to the edge of the cot, where the girl's hair was. The familiar smell of paint calmed him, making him fall asleep faster.
Ezra stared at the cluttered floor, wrapped in a blanket. At first glance, he saw his sketchbook, on the open page of which he saw a drawing of... Sabine's face? Well, the color of his eyes was hers, but his face... well, he'd definitely never be an artist. Then there were Sabine's albums, which, unfortunately, were closed. He would have liked to open them, but he preferred to be alive. Then there was the covered canvas that Chopper had been working on yesterday.
"Well, if Chopper is angry that I looked at his painting, then he will be easier to resist than Mandalorian," the young Jedi remarked to himself.
With that thought in mind, he pulled himself closer to the edge and swung his legs over. Swinging his legs down and pulling the sliding blanket back over his shoulders, he was about to pick up the canvas he'd been drawing on when the doors opened, and Sabine appeared in the doorway.
"Good morning," she greeted with a smile that made his heart do a somersault.
"H - hi," Ezra said, a little awkwardly, but he smiled back.
"How did you sleep?" Sabine asked as she walked across the room and sat down next to him, but at a distance.
"Actually..." It wasn't until the question was directly asked that Ezra thought about it and realized that his dream was just fine. He'd never had a nightmare, and he'd never had any pleasant dreams, but that was another the details. In other words, he had had a good night's sleep and was feeling refreshed.
"Great," he said, smiling because he felt good.
The next moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder and ... the instantaneous, rapidly escalating panic attack didn't happen. Yes, he could feel the panic bubbling beneath the surface, but he could hold it in.
However, she quickly withdrew her hand anyway, remembering that he didn't like it. He could practically hear her thoughts with the Power, which was "Damn!"
"Honestly, I feel better, Sabine," Ezra said, feeling the power to calm her down at least partially.
He turned to face her, and she did the same. Her hand was still away from him, so she was doubtful.
Hearing his words, Sabine's heart leapt with joy. However, she forced herself to calm down as the answer was incomplete.
"So, you -" she didn't say anything, but she was sure the question was clear.
"I - I can restrain myself for a while, but it's only for a while," the young Jedi said.
Sabine had lost some of her joy, but it was still progress. And considering that only a day has passed since the famous events, this is a huge success.
"Perhaps the smell of paint...?" the Mandalorian thought to herself but decided to think about it later.
"Can I...?" she asked, holding out her hand toward his.
But Ezra recoiled. For a moment, she was afraid that she had misunderstood him, that they were actually at their original starting point. Then she heard a soft chuckle and looked up. He was smiling.
Her face seemed to show that she was at a loss, as he explained.
"Your hands are dirty," he said, glancing down at her hands.
Sabine looked around, and sure enough, she'd forgotten to wash her hands after assembling her wonders. She was in such a hurry to get here that she didn't even think about it.
"I've got some wet wipes somewhere," she thought aloud, собираясь getting up from her bunk.
"No, it's better to wash your hands properly instead," Ezra clarified, stopping her. – And you know it.
"I just miss you," Sabine said, feeling unaccustomed ease.
"I may have some problems, but I'm not going anywhere," the young Jedi replied.
After a few minutes of silence, he got up from the bunk and pulled the blanket off his shoulders, and Sabine could see his light orange pajamas again.
"I'm going to go get some breakfast, and then I'll ask when our next mission is," Ezra said, stretching.
"Next mission?" Sabine repeated, giving him a strange look.
"Uh, yeah?" the guy said uncertainly. – Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing," the girl said, shaking her head. "Enjoy your meal," she said.
"Thank you," Ezra said, then left the room and the doors closed behind him.
"Hera, I'll pass the baton to you", Sabine thought, wishing the Twi'lek good luck as she had a difficult conversation ahead of her.