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[notallofus]

For someone raised in the Jedi tradition, sometimes Kanan feels like he should be bothered less by the clinical nature of his current surroundings. But everything in this pharmeceutical lab is so medical, it's almost like he's waiting for droids to swarm out of the woodwork threatening to give him shots.

Which is painfully ridiculous, not least because what's likely to come swarming out of any currently-closed doors is a patrol of stormtroopers. If he and Hera start tripping alarms, that is.

Which they won't. This op is going smoothly so far, and with any luck and no judicious use of the Force at all, that trend ought to continue until they pass the supplies they're carrying -- well, pushing -- off to their contact here on Sesid.

Sometimes it's nice visiting a planet that has its own homegrown rebellious population.

"Lab 31. We're almost there."

Just two more doors. Then a run through a series of underutilized storage spacees and out by the docks. Piece of cake.

Sure.

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[notallofus]

Kanan watches her for a second, because he's always watching Hera, then steps up to join her, shoulder to shoulder.

"It's an option. If we get the ones with kids, we'll probably have an easier time selling the rest of them on it. It's something."

Some days something's all you get.

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"We might need to lay low here for a couple days, anyway, in case the Imperials expect us to hurry off-planet."

She glances up to him, wanting to ask how he is, but knows better than to do it now. It was often hard if not impossible to tell when someone might be listening. It was something that could wait until they were back on the Ghost.

So they have silence, for a short time, until something rolls up behind them.

"I'm sorry you don't like the boat, Chopper." Hera keeps her back turned to the droid, so he can't see her smiling.

[notallofus]

"I like doing what the Imps don't expect."

His own mouth twitches, just at the one corner.

"Want to see if you can swim, Chop? Try and beat us to the next rendezvous?"

Kanan would never.

[for_everyone]

Chopper's 'playful' response is to ram Kanan against the railing. Not enough to actually shove him off, but -

Still smiling, "Don't mess with my droid, Kanan."

[notallofus]

Kanan looks deeply wounded.

"The one time I mess with him first -- "

(This is not the one and only time.)

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Chopper trudges off, grumbling.

The island is still a ways off - Hera can guess that it will be nearly sunset before they get there. She does wait, to rest, to feel her own thoughts cool off after the stress of the mission.

But eventually, she puts her hand on Kanan shoulder, and then moves away from the railing, back toward the Draedan.

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Kanan's shoulder relaxes under her hand, but he stays at the railing for a little bit longer, then moves off in a direction that Hera did not go in.

There are a lot of Draedan on this boat, and they're all entitled to a little bit of comfort. He's going to try to find some for them.

Even a few seconds of not feeling lost and forgotten is sometimes enough.