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The Child intensifies his grip at times. Gaia can't help herself and eases her attention away from Greef and his bounty hunters, ignoring their gestures, wondering how such a small creature could harbor such a distinct touch. It may only rival that of the mellow sensation of molded beskar. Mando has taken to be her escort, with Cara flanking his other side whilst Kuiil and Thero secure the rear beneath the stirring sun. Only one blurrg remained post the startling scourge yesterday, and even the mere hint of sadness was enough to sway Thero to Kuiil's side.
Gaia, the sense of a familiar attentiveness to her motions; a blooming smile on her cheeks, her legs carry a mind of their own. The Child has yet to wake and he's been exhausted ever since he managed to heal Greef's injury, ever since he reached out for her, the pressure of his hand latched to hers refusing to subside.
"You think they're having second thoughts?" Cara asks toward the warrior beside her.
"Could be." His musing is not too subtle for Gaia, and a pensive frown begins to curve the entire length of her brow. "I need your eyes."
"I'm watching," Cara adheres softly, her gaze hardening in contrast to her voice and never once drifting away in any other direction other than the group trekking ahead of them.
A sigh is released from the back of Gaia's throat. Trust is a difficult thing, and she's not so sure she can place it upon Greef and his hunters. In the life of one who is dedicated to the pursuit of prey, one has to be able to become the flux of adaptability and change. She's been taught that too many times in too many ways. Still, she's not without a lack of reliability. Glancing toward her helmeted friend, she kindly notifies, "He's dreaming."
Mando's helmet swings in her direction, as predicted. She's close enough to sense the unclarity in his movement, and she adds to the moment with blunt clarification. "The little one," she nods. Her intention was to chafe the uneasiness in his shoulders out, and it's working little by little as he follows her line of sight. "He's been holding on to me for dear life, and his grip tightens every once in a while. He doesn't look the slightest bit uncomfortable so it must be a nice dream."
Mando's visor is canted whilst observing the pod tracing their pace. Inside, The Child's mouth has parted, lying agape with slacked demeanor; his bowed ears shivering as he draws breath. Delicate and small, describes perfectly what Mando is perceiving. "Cute."
Gaia's hum borders on a chuckle upon seeing The Child babble in his sleep. She slowly regards Mando again, her heart quivering once she's grabbed his attention. "It's been a while, but I'd almost forgotten just how much strength a single person can support. Especially if it's one who you're attached to."
