Ezra has a hold on her, and she can't help but return it with one arm as the other grasps around the pole. It's a hug, as far as she's concerned, though she'd certainly deny it for Ezra's sake She has to admit, she's missed him like this, happy and carefree. Younger.
Before Malachor.
Her heart sinks slightly eve as she watches his excited face, cold picking up around her as she feels a sort of dread gnawing at the pit of her stomach. If she and Ezra were here, from different times, then what could that mean for the rest? Could Kanan show up, blind and morose, keeping his isolated vigil that he had only just broken out of? Or could Sabine show up not even knowing who she, or the rest of the crew, were?
Snow is falling fast around Hera's shoulders, almost as if summoned by her glum thoughts. At least it will help re-ice the pavement to go sliding down. She has to keep that into consideration.
"Sounds more like instinct than posture, Ezra." She manages a weak smile, reaching up to tousle his hair. "But go on. Loose stance, like in combat. What next?"
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Before Malachor.
Her heart sinks slightly eve as she watches his excited face, cold picking up around her as she feels a sort of dread gnawing at the pit of her stomach. If she and Ezra were here, from different times, then what could that mean for the rest? Could Kanan show up, blind and morose, keeping his isolated vigil that he had only just broken out of? Or could Sabine show up not even knowing who she, or the rest of the crew, were?
Snow is falling fast around Hera's shoulders, almost as if summoned by her glum thoughts. At least it will help re-ice the pavement to go sliding down. She has to keep that into consideration.
"Sounds more like instinct than posture, Ezra." She manages a weak smile, reaching up to tousle his hair. "But go on. Loose stance, like in combat. What next?"