I stumbled into the kitchen area, wiping the little sleep I had gotten from my eyes. The ship wasn't too large, meaning that the kitchen was quite small. There was a sink and next to it an oven. On the other side of the sink was just counter space and above and below it all was drawers and shelves. A small table sat in the corner of the room, opposite the door I had walked through, completed with a nailed-in seat, similar to the one on the Ghost. Oh how I missed that place. The only difference was, while the Ghost had a sense of upbeat and optimistic energy to it, this place was covered and shadows and just seemed empty, as though anyone who had ever lived in it felt no emotion, that this ship meant nothing to them. This ship wasn't a home to anyone it was just transportation.

Grabbing a glass from a cabinet above the sink, I filled it with water and sat down at the table. Looking at the clock I noted that it was 0300. I sighed and took a sip of the cool liquid. At this point I was too tired to even make caf.

"Hey."

I spun around, left hand on my blaster and my right hand still holding the glass.

"It's just me." Ahsoka assured me, stepping out of the shadows. "I felt a disturbance in the Force." Her voice was calm, but I could detect that the thin line of worry in it. She moved slowly and deliberately as she sat down across from me, as though I was a Loth-cat she didn't want to scare away.

I exhaled slowly, as she waited for me to make the first move. If I wanted to talk she would let me, if not then she wouldn't mind sitting in silence. She didn't even try to send calming vibes through the Force, Ezra always would when I was upset. It was his way of making me feel better while at the same time giving me my space. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to erase the thoughts and memories of the young Jedi that were now racing through my mind. His goofy grin, his light laughter, that caring look he got in his eyes whenever someone got hurt. You should have told him how you felt before you left, now you might never see him again. A voice, the same one that had been nagging me for the past eight years reminded me. I opened my eyes, I was going to find him.

After sitting together in silence for ten minutes I stated simply, barely above a whisper. "I miss him."

If the Togruta had expected me to say something else she didn't show it. Instead she looked up and her blue eyes met my hazel ones as her left hand took my left hand, that had eventually left their job of hovering above my blaster. "I know."

It was all I needed to hear. She was the only other person in the galaxy at the moment who understood what Ezra meant to me. Hera had her suspicions, but didn't want to upset me by bringing it up, she loved me too much to knowingly hurt me. Zeb had always picked on Ezra and I before, but now knew better. Even Chopper knew better then to try any of his teasing. He still of course shocked Zeb whenever given the chance.

"Thank you." I said  before getting up and putting the glass away then returning to my quarters.