Don't Blame Me: Din Djarin

Chapter Twenty: Old Friends, Old Threats

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These days, I'm way too lonely. I'm missing out, I know. These days, I'm way too alone. And I'm known for giving love away, but. I want someone who love me. I need someone who needs me. 'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night. And it's just me in my dreams. So I want someone to love, that's what I fucking want.

- That's What I Want By Lil Nas X___________________________________

Cyar'ika

Alaina couldn't get the word out of her head. Din had called her Cyar'ika, a word she knew nothing about except that it was a mando'a word. She just wondered what it meant. She tried to use her context clues to what the word could mean, but nothing broke down the mando'a word into human language. He called her Mesh'la before and she knew it meant beautiful. Din called her Mesh'la all the time.

When she did something for him, when he passed by her on the tight spaced ship, even when getting on a speeder, but he whispered Cyar'ika at night when he thought she was sleeping. A part of her wondered if it was something bad. Something he could only slip when he thought she was dreaming rather than when she was awake. Maybe it mean't idiot.

" I won't let anything hurt you, idiot."

It could of been the word, but Alaina knew it wasn't on brand for Din to say something like that towards her. He always used gentle words. Even towards the child when calling him ad'ika, to which Din explained to her it mean't kid or child in mando'a. She knew if she truly wanted to know, she could ask him, but the word was slipped in the darkness of the night like his face.

Kept secret.

If it was something he said when he thought she didn't hear, maybe it was something he didn't want to say out loud. Letting a groan from her thoughts, she kept working on the ship working on the panels of the main hull seeing the cooling of the ship was damaged. She screwed the bolt into the right place only for the other side to break off for the fourth time annoying her. She threw the tool onto the ground knowing it wasn't the right one, but it was all they had at the moment to attempt a fix. Needing to get away from the pipes before she breaks them far worse than they were, she climbed up the ladder seeing him trying to fix his panels.

" Okay, it's official. This hunk of junk is useless." She spoke taking a tired seat on her chair.

He grunted," Don't say that."

" Sorry, I forgot this meat locker was your precious little angel."

" Di'kut!" He cursed loudly slamming his hand against the panel.

" Okay, easy their punchy." She calmly spoke walking over and fixing a wire he missed." There, big guy. What does di'kut even mean?"

" Idiot in Mando'a." He answered.

Well, Cyar'ika doesn't mean idiot, I guess, She thought to herself nodding her head towards Din as to not show how surprised or off she was from his answer.

He turned in his chair smiling as he took her hand," How is it down there?" He asked rubbing circles on her hand with his thumb.

" Heating and cooling is not working. It's a miracle we're not floating in this ship." She admitted looking around the cockpit a bit confused," Where's the kid?"

" Somewhere." He slowly spoke getting suspicious.

Alaina frowned at his tone," Where's somewhere?"

" A place."

She opened her mouth to further interogate him only to hear a soft coo. Turning, she thought maybe he was at the door, but noticed the panel in the wall was open showing the green little child inside.