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IT WAS PALPABLE, THE Mandalorian recognised ── his brown eyes observing behind the visor of his Beskar helmet. He could see how she was discomforted, how she clung to the child's side as if he were a lifeline. Kera Verr still hadn't informed him of what exactly she wanted to talk to him about. A hundred reasons of why she had searched for him and the kid filtered and rumbled about in his mind.
Kera was whispering, low and a jumble of words and sentences to the child settled in her all too welcoming arms. Then only the soft echo of laughter, overlapping and morphing with the child's little happy coos could alter the Mandalorian from his original narrative of thought.
Dank farrik. The Mandalorian needed this to be over with. It was becoming far too much. He was exhausted as it is. As much as he tugged and pushed for her to stay away she always came barreling back. With that all too smug devilish smile and confidant strut as if she owned the entire galaxy.
A pair of white optics seemed to glower as Kera Verr's reprogrammed imperial droid approached them, it's moving gears and circuits whirring in the air. Tension coiled automatically in his shoulders. His opinion on droids had adapted from a close death experience and sacrifice of a friend. Yet, it didn't stop his gloved hand that automatically lingered by the blaster strapped to holster on his hip and only to fall away once he realised what he was doing.
It washed over him in heavy waves that reprogrammed droid was her friend.
"I am surprised that you are so concerned about my wellbeing," K-3SO drawled in a bitter monotone to Kera, ignoring everyone else, a large leather rucksack and green paint chipped tool box weighted in his robotic hold.
Kera Verr's eyes flicked to the droid for a moment only to turn back to the child. "Sarcasm doesn't very look good on you, Kaythree."
"And it does on you?" K-3SO retorted.
The Mandalorian noted how Kera's lips quirked upwards into a grin. "I imagine so. What'cha do with the speeder?"
"I sold it."
Kera settled the child on the ground, turning to her droid with fuming eyes. "How great. Just kriffing perfect! Now we'll have to walk. Thanks."
"What about the Mandalorian?" The droid asked.
Kera waved a hand at her droid, dismissing the matter completely, obviously thinking that it wasn't important. "I didn't ask him."
