𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐘 || Din Djarin, The Mandalorian

02

DIN and Junie made their way down into the sewers, twisting and turning through the smelly tunnels. "To think we thought the cantina smelled." Junie wrinkled her nose as Din laughed quietly.

They passed by children who were chasing each other, one almost bumping into Din, making Junie muffle a laugh. He glanced at her and rolled his eyes with a secret smile.

They walked into the room of the armourer, who was clanging a hammer against something. Junie and Din sat on the little bench provided, their sides pressed together.

The armourer stopped, walking around to greet them. The two of them nodded at her, and she sat on the bench in front of them.

Din withdrew the two pieces of Beskar and placed them on the table, along with the Calamari Flan he had gotten from Greef earlier.

Junie reached into her pocket and pulled out the remaining credits she had gotten from the man she had helped, placing them on the table as well.

The armourer picked up the pieces of Beskar, examining them. "These were gathered in the Great Purge. It is good they are back with the Tribe."

"Yes." Din and Junie both uttered at the same time. The armourer glanced between the two before noticing Din's missing shoulder piece.

"Two pauldrons would be in order. Has your signet been revealed?"

"No," Junie answered.

"Not yet." Din added some optimism, which Junie found really strange.

"Soon." The armourer stood, making her way back to her station to start forging the armour. She melted the Beskar, while Junie started to pick at her gloves.

"This is extremely generous. The excess will sponsor many Foundlings."

Junie stayed silent, although her heart did skip a beat. Foundling. A word she was once called.

"That's good." Din rubbed his hands together. "I was once a Foundling."

The armourer looked up, "I know."

That was an understatement.

Junie had spent years with this woman. After she had moved away from Din, she had met the armourer and had looked up to her immensely.

She was the only one who listened to Junie about how much she missed Din, the only one who ever seemed to care too. "Your friend here never stopped talking about you."

Junie turned red in embarrassment, glad her helmet covered it. Her body language although, gave away her position easily.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing." Junie cleared her throat, shooting a glare at the armourer. "I said nothing."

Din stared at Junie for a long moment. "Stop it, Din. You'll make me evaporate from embarrassment." She mumbled.

He chuckled but still wondered what Junie had told the woman before him. He made a mental note to pry about it later as the armourer finished her work.

She walked up to Din and Junie, settling one pauldron on one of their shoulders each.

-

Junie and Din approached their ship, The Razor Crest. Junie sighed, walking in and hugging the wall. "I missed you, ship." She mumbled against it as Din laughed at her, climbing into the cockpit.

He took off as Junie climbed the ladder, seeing Din's head leaning back against his seat as he stared off into space. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him silently.