You've wasted too little of your life

Kanan sometimes felt like Hera didn't even pause her work to breathe.

Between missions, she spent her time noting down supplies they needed, calculating how the amount of credits they had could be spent in the most sensible way, analyzing data and listening to communication-channels to find new missions for them.

A couple of minutes later, she was repairing the Ghost, tinkering around on Chopper and talking to the mysterious Fulcrum guy that contacted them every once in a while and that they knew little more about than his cover name.

Kanan helped wherever he could, but that didn't keep her from working well past midnight, and she had yet to hit the brick wall.

»How do you do it?«, he wondered, as once again, the twi'lek woke him up by slipping into bed beside him at half past two in the night.

"Well, well... if that isn't the woman that never sleeps," he joked. "You coming to join me after all?"

The woman yawned.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," she apologized in a quiet voice.

Hera sounded tired, which really wasn't all that surprising considering how late – or rather, early – it was.

She pulled on the blanket until it covered them both and snuggled up to him. He smiled.

"It's alright." He put his arms around her from behind, and the pilot took one of his hands into hers.

He thought about simply closing his eyes and trying to sleep again, but he decided against it. It had always been hard for him to fall back asleep once he had woken up, anyway. "How long have you been doing this?"

"Huh?" That question kind of surprised her. "What makes you ask that – at a time like this, nonetheless?"

"I just... I find your stamina madly impressive but also deeply worrying, because I have no idea how your body can deal with that without you dropping dead, so I've just been wondering how long you've been doing this to yourself."

"I took my first flying lesson at the age of fourteen. By the age of sixteen, I'd left Ryloth. So... I've been doing this for a while now," she explained, her voice tinged with sadness. "I never regretted leaving."

"So since the age of sixteen, you fly across the galaxy, from one end to the other, and try to help people wherever you can. That's really impressive and amazing, but..." He trailed his fingers along her lekku. "Hera, you've wasted too little of your life."

"What's that supposed to mean?", she mumbled irritatedly and almost started laughing because of how weird what he had just said sounded.

He was dead serious.

"You live too little. You need to do something for yourself every once in a while, before you completely lose yourself in your selflessness."

"Love, you're talking crazy," she replied with slight amusement in her voice. "It's three o'clock, you can barely even think straight. Just go back to sleep."

But by now, he was way too wide awake to just go back to sleep.

"No, I'm serious. Hera, you... I want to take you somewhere where we have our peace. Even if it's just for a couple of hours."

"Nice try, but the Ghost is my ship. I'm not letting you pilot it, and that is final."

"That isn't what I'm after, I swear," he laughed. "Chopper can navigate if you're okay with that. And we can take the Phantom for a part of the ride. That's not what this is about. I just want you to be able to relax for once."