You scream sent ripples of concern throughout the Ghost and not long after, the whole crew was at your door.

“You guys get some sleep,” Hera instructed, “I’ll take care of y/n.” She shooed the rest of the crew away from the door, much to the dismay of Kanan, but her solid stare was enough to keep him back. She gently knocked on the door and let herself in to find you tossing around your blankets and sheets. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“No.” You mumbled and turned to face her with tears in your eyes. She sat on your bunk and rested her hand on your shoulder, softly patting you until you decided to talk. “Those Inquisitors, I—I can’t get them out of my head.” You buried your face into your pillow and felt her lay down beside you, trying her hardest to comfort you in your time of need.

“We will do everything in our power to keep them away from you, y/n, you have my word.” Hera assured you with a light squeeze on the arm before trailing her hand up and down your bicep in a new attempt of comfort, and with humming a sweet tune. You snuggled closer to her and let her take you in her arms as she lulled you back to sleep in a much clearer state of mind. She always made you feel safe, and you’d always look back on the day you joined her as one of the greatest days of your life.