I'll Do The Same { Din Djarin x OC}

Chapter Twenty Seven: Kar'ta

Thanks to the generosity of the new Magistrate, they were offered a large room in the upper portion of the house. It overlooked the beautiful garden outside, the one with pools of water on both sides of a grand marble walkway. There were small trees too, and flowers of darker colors that twinkled in the overhead moonlight.

As Thell stood leaned against the windowsill, she let the warm air pass over her face, brushing her hair over her shoulders. She had taken what Ahsoka had told her to heart, every piece of it, down to the smallest details. She knew it would still take time to completely heal from everything she had been through, but her vision was clearer than it had ever been, her purpose steady. And her purpose was getting that kid home to them. But for now, she was thankful for the quiet of the bedroom, the calmness of the city outside, and the peace she felt within her own soul. Being alone for the past few hours had given her time to process everything she had seen, everything that Ahsoka had uncovered, even the things Thell herself hadn't realized she had shoved down years ago.

The door creaked behind her, alerting her of Din's presence before he came tromping into the room. He had always walked with a loud, familiar step. She turned, letting her lower back rest against the windowsill. He had gone off to talk with Ahsoka while she had been shown their room, the one with two large beds, not one. At first glance, she had wondered what Din would think... Would he take one for himself, and one for her? Or would it be like that hut on that forest planet, curled up together under scratchy blankets?

She watched the Mandalorian set his rifle down, slinging a small bag over his shoulder to set on the floor.

"Hi," she greeted when he came close enough.

"Hey," he said in return, his voice back to its grisly tone. "Have you eaten?"

Thell stretched her back, hearing a pop in her spine. "Yes. Someone came up and gave me something. Honestly, it wasn't too bad."

"Good," he said, but Thell could tell there was something off with him, something about how tense his shoulders were and the stiff way he walked. Pulling away from the windowsill, she padded across the floor in her socks until she was right up next to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes... Are you? How are you feeling?"

Thell shrugged, realizing he was avoiding her question. "I'm good."

"You fell earlier...," he said. "When we were in the woods with Ahsoka."

Thell brushed her fingers against his arm. "She helped me to realize a lot of things, things I can't even explain properly... I saw my dad, Din... My real father, just a glimpse of what he looked like. Nothing and everything that I had imagined him to be."

"Was he real?"

Thell shook her head. "I don't think so... I think he was just from Ahsoka's memory. He was younger than me." She squinted up at him, cocking her head. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem like it."

"I've... I've been keeping something from you," Din admitted.

Thell squeezed his arm. "That's okay... I've kept things from you before."

"No, no," Din said, shaking his head. "It's worse, I... When I was looking for you and the kid, Cara and I infiltrated an Imperial base to see if they had your names in the system.. But I..."

Thell waited hesitantly, noticing the way his shoulders had begun to tremble under his flight suit and armor. "Din, are you o-"

"I took off my helmet," Din uttered.

Her heart raced. "W... What?"

"I had to," Din said quickly. "To get into the system... They knew Cara's face, it would have set off the alarms... I didn't have a choice."