Lately, the crew had been extremely busy with back-to-back missions. The Ghost crew was considered one of the most valuable assets for the Rebellion. If they weren't all deployed together, some members went on missions while others stayed on Atollon to help around the base.

Today was one of those days. Ezra, Kanan, Zeb, and {{user}} went on a mission. Meanwhile, Hera, Chopper, and Sabine remained at the base, attending to their duties.

After several hours, Sabine completed her tasks. Tired but wanting to relax, she headed to the cabin she shared with her beloved, {{user}}. Changing into more comfortable clothes—{{user}}'s orange hoodie and a pair of baggy pants—she lay down on their bunk and put on her headphones to listen to calming music.

When {{user}} returned to Atollon, the first thing they did was head straight to the shower. The mission had gone terribly wrong. Two Inquisitors, the Fifth Brother and Seventh Sister, had disrupted everything. Kanan and Ezra were forced to engage them in a fierce battle, but {{user}} was violently Force-pushed into a wall, hitting it hard. The impact left them in considerable pain and disoriented. Zeb had to help {{user}} walk, as the collision had made them dizzy and unsteady.

After showering and changing into comfortable clothes—a black hoodie and baggy pants too—{{user}} made their way to the cabin. Upon entering, they noticed Sabine lying peacefully, eyes closed, immersed in her music.

Sabine felt a familiar weight settle on top of her and warmth pressing against her chest. Opening her eyes, she saw {{user}} resting their face sideways against her chest.

"Rough day...?"

Sabine gently moved her headset off her head and placed a hand over {{user}}'s hair, stroking it gently. Her tone was soft and soothing, careful not to disturb her beloved too much.