A Good Thing

-Mand'alor-

A/N Here we are, the final chapter, the showdown, the resolution. I hope it delivers!

Chapter 57

-Mand'alor-

Omera had loved Concord Dawn at once. It was beautiful even after more than a decade of Imperial control. The city that they would spend the next few years in was built of timber and stone and faced a sea that was a brilliant blue. It reminded her of a planet she had visited with her mother when she was a girl—one of her favorite childhood memories—and it made her so happy to think of her own children growing up here.

Once it was clear the Bo-Katan hadn't arrived yet, Din had been uncharacteristically nervous for her to see their home. He'd said, repeatedly, that if she didn't like it they could choose a different place and that as he'd been by himself, it still needed work. As it turned out, he didn't have anything to be worried about. It was perfect.

There were far too many bedrooms for their family but Winta had remarked with her usual straightforwardness that they would need them eventually. Din had barked a laugh and wrapped an arm around Omera and kissed her cheek, pulling back with a raised brow and a smirk. Perhaps they would.

The fresher connected to their room had a sunken tub like the one in Leia's guest suite on Chandrila, and the view from their bedroom window was of the sea and sunset. That evening as she stood in her nightgown and robe, listening to the waves crash along the cliffs and watching the last rays of the light fade from purple to black, Din had come up behind her and pressed his face to the side of her neck. His arms slid around her and held her close and they enjoyed the quiet moment.

"It's beautiful here, Din. I don't know why you were so nervous."

He kissed the skin exposed along the collar of her nightgown and sighed. "I've never done this before. On Sorgan, we lived in your home. Skord put us up on Batuu. This... is going to be our home, Omera. You followed me from the place you lived and raised Winta for ten years. I want you to be happy here."

Reaching up to cup his face, Omera smiled and leaned into him. "I would be happy anywhere with you Din, ner yaim, remember? But, this is a beautiful home." She looked up at him over her shoulder. "Is it wrong to say I hope it takes years until we can live on Mandalore?"

Laughing softly, he kissed her temple. "No. But who knows. Maybe after it's terraformed it will be beautiful too."

<DO>

Braz Skord was the epitome of Mandalorian stoicism. Born and raised on Mandalore, he had experienced his fair share of trials and tribulation in his sixty-five years. So when his niece finally awoke from her coma after more than a month, outwardly he had been calm.

When Din had commed him, he had assumed Migs was with her and so took his time walking to the med clinic. By the time he got there the younger man was leaning against the foot of Asta's bed, a small smile on his face as he watched Omera checking her over. Asta was sitting up, smiling and laughing softly at something Omera had said.

He didn't say anything at first, preferring instead to simply take in the sight of her, healthy and alive and awake. Looking up at Migs, her eyes caught sight of him standing in the doorway and her smile broadened.

"Uncle Braz!" Braz felt his own smile widen in affection as he crossed the room to her outstretched arms. When he leaned down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he felt himself overcome with relief. He may have kept his true concern for her health mostly to himself, but he had been extremely worried for her.