Ezra's P.O.V.

She trusts me.

No one has ever trusted me. Not for a while.

I need to snap out of it.

What is she doing in there?

Do I stand watch or do I go see?

I sigh, looking out at the guards, before walking into the command room.

Hera is there, but she looks a mixture of upset, stunned, and determined.

"Hera?" I ask, cautiously.

She looks up from the com.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods, clearing her throat.

"Um. Yes."

I nod.

"Believable. What's wrong?"

She huffs.

"A..crew member is somewhere on this ship, captured. I didn't plan for this, he's the strongest I know and I don't even know where to start looking or-" She rants, looking upset. 

I put my hand on her shoulder, like she did mine when I first woke up.

"Hera."

"Hm?"

"Let me find him."

She looks up, stunned.

"But.."

"Hera, you have a ship you need to take care of. A crew. Just be ready to get us out of here."

I can't believe I'm doing this. I shouldn't be. I don't care about this crew member. I owe Hera. Right?

I shake the thoughts out of my head, and watch Hera think about it.

"Ok..here's what you need to do."