✓ The Mandalorian's Purpose - Book Two

Chapter 12

Episode Fifteen - "The Believer"

Word Count: 6263

Warnings: uhhhh swearing, angst, sadness, depression, bit of floof, and... did i mention sadness and depression and hate towards the author

A/N: Thank you all for your kindness and your patience! We're getting close to the end of the story (I mean, as long as you don't hate me after this chapter... i'm so sorry). My plan is to finish the book by the end of the month, but we've all seen how well my plans work out (and if you haven't... it... it's not very well). <3

"I still don't think this is a good idea, Din."

Said man's eyes glanced over at you for a split second, where you nervously twirled your hair and looked out onto the chop fields of Karthon. He rolled his eyes. "You know, no matter how many times you say it, it isn't going to change anything."

You huffed. "I'm just saying."

"Okay, then I'll ask the same question I have every time: do you have a better idea?"

"... No."

"Well, then. There you go."

Din could feel you on edge the entire time everyone waited for Cara. He wished he knew how to comfort you; he really did. But being comforting and compassionate wasn't exactly his forte. And he wasn't exactly looking forward to figuring out how to be there for you like that.

He didn't even know if that was possible.

"You're right," you sighed after a minute. "As long as we get him back. It doesn't matter what we do."

He cleared his throat and nodded slowly.

You hadn't sat down since Grogu was taken, and it was making him more anxious than he thought it would. Usually you were the one with the large personality (it was one of the reasons he loved you so much - you were able to be the bubbly person his stern, serious self could never dream of being). But you weren't uneasy because you couldn't figure out something for the ship.

This was your baby. He knew you weren't going to rest until you found him - and he felt no different.

"How are you feeling?" he murmured.

You looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows, making him gesture to the bruises on your neck.

"Oh," you muttered, waving your hand in dismissal. "I'm fine."

Your voice still sounded damaged, but it didn't crack as much as before, and you didn't wince when you talked anymore. He saw these as good signs.

Still, he found his arms moving on their own accord. Awkwardly, he was able to open them up, and it gave you enough of a sign to sigh and bury yourself in them.

"We're gonna find him," he whispered. You only nodded against his shoulder in response.

He held you like that for a minute, letting you relax against his grip and finding himself not be as uncoordinated as he expected himself to be. Maybe he needed this a lot more than he realized too.

"I'm not gonna go easy on him, Lumpy," you murmured, making him chuckle.

"I wouldn't expect any less."

The machines of the field whirred in the background, though eventually, there was the sound of a man rambling that began to get louder and more obnoxious by the second, telling Din that Mayfeld was getting closer.

He pulled away silently, and after chucking under your chin affectionately, he began to walk off the ship.

" - I mean, it's a common cour- a common courtesy to tell somebody where it is that you're takin' 'em! I don't think that's so hard to ask, do you?"