"There's a lot of instinct involved in flying, too." Her smile is starting to widen as she feels the warmth creeping up her arms. Happiness- it's nearly infectious with how warm it feels, seeping through her leather gloves and soothing away her worries. If Kanan comes, if Sabine, if Zeb or even Maul or Thrawn, they'll find a way to make things work. They always have.

"Maybe whenever we get back, I'll let you pilot the Ghost." It's something she's been meaning to do, to let him pilot in Kanan's stead. Even before Malachor. The snow starts to increase around them, though, as her thoughts turn back to Kanan's blindness. How Ezra blamed himself. ... She'd have to tell him eventually.