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The two stood out on the balcony that connected to Myrah's room. The same one where they once shared many months ago. Looking around the room, Din remembered the way she looked so peaceful as she slept, unlike the slight frustrated look she wore now. She hid it well, but he knew her better than to trust the faulty smile on her face.
The sun began to set, leaving a gentle wave of orange and pink. Myrah took a deep breath as the breeze blew past and billowed in the curtains. She admired the way the sun kissed the planet goodnight, watching it fall nearly every day since she arrived. Once the sun was gone, the planet truly came alive.
"You smell," she whispered in the harsh silence that had taken over since Din's arrival. Her nose wrinkled, forming a crease between her eyebrows. It was an awful mixture of bile and fuel, a horrid combination compared to his usual scent of pine.
He scoffed, "thanks." His hands circled the black metal fence that surrounded the balcony as he stared down at the city that began to glow.
"No, really." She grinned. "Did you bathe in bantha shit before you came here?"
He groaned as he remembered his narrow escape from the Krayt dragon, now smelling the wretched scent that was following him. "I haven't had time-"
"You haven't had time to scrub down?" She joked and leaned back against the railing
A faint sigh came from Din's helmet as his shoulders rolled forward while his hands dropped from the railing. He braced himself against the bar with his forearms as he slumped over it. It took everything Myrah had to not hold him and tell him that it would be okay. She hated seeing him so defeated.
"I need your help," he mumbled.
"I figured. Why else would you come back?" She chuckled and looked over his distressed figure once more before placing a hand between his shoulders. "What's going on?"
"I'm trying to find other Mandalorians. They might know something about the kids' kind, but no luck."
Myrah snorted. "The Jedi? No one knows of the Jedi. They were erased from history."
The Mandalorian shook his head and continued to stare down at the people that walked beneath them. Perhaps Myrah was right, he thought. After all, she was the closest to a Jedi that he'd ever heard of, besides the child of course. Maybe his chase was pointless.
"Din," she whispered, catching his attention once more by rubbing soft circles against his back. "Don't listen to me, I'm being cynical. It's only been a few weeks. You've never been so quick to give up."
