Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Friends

After a long hot shower you felt warm, cozy, and a little dizzy. The only clothes you had brought from Sorgan were the ones you had just slipped out of, and they were dirty, smelly, and sticky with sweat. You opened the refresher's door just enough to stick your head out and make sure Mando wasn't around.

Wrapping a towel around your naked body — although calling that little piece of cloth a towel was an overstatement — you moved quickly to the wardrobe and borrowed some of his clothes. You got back inside the refresher hurriedly and dressed up.

After patting your hair as dry as you could, you climbed your way to the cockpit and joined Mando, who looked asleep.

"Feeling better?" He said suddenly, startling you as you approached your seat silently, trying not to wake him up. He chuckled quietly.

You nodded, frowning slightly at him, as he had made you jump in a foolish fashion on your way to your seat.

"Where to?" You asked him.

"I honestly don't know" he said with a long sigh as he leaned back in his seat. "The planets I know swarm with scoundrels and bounty hunters…"

He sounded tired and, honestly, who could blame him? It had been way too many months in the standard calendar since you two fled Nevarro. At least when you were in Sorgan you could rest, but since then you had kept moving from one planet to another. It was exhausting.

For the first time, you realised you had never asked Mando what he had left behind when he decided to save you. Friends, family. Did he have any of those? How much had he sacrificed for you? Was it even worth it? The thought about Mandalorians and how little you knew about them popped up in your mind again.

You wanted to ask him all these questions and more, but you didn't know how to bring the subject up. Furthermore, you weren't sure you wanted to know the answers. What if he told you that he had abandoned a whole life to save you? That it had never been worth it?

Another sigh coming from Mando interrupted your train of thought.

"Maybe…" he mumbled as he turned to you "you've never told me where you're from, maybe we could go there."

With a sad smile you opened the navigational chart and searched until you found what now was nothing more than empty space.

"You are from Alderaan?" He asked, surprised.

"I was taken at 5" you reminded him trying to ease his worry "I don't remember it."

As you immediately realised, this sentence had just had the opposite effect since he seemed to be even more concerned than before. It had happened before and you should have been aware that mentioning you had been a slave wasn't the best course of action to calm him.

Approaching the control panel again, you pointed Breeka.

"I lived there until 12" you told him, trying to bring the conversation back to its original topic.

"I don't know that planet" he admitted "how did you leave? I mean… were, were you freed or did you escape? I ..." He wasn't going to let this go and, aside from the concern, you could feel the awkwardness in his voice as he asked about your life as a slave. You couldn't help but think that it was kinda cute.

Mando, cute? That was new. How could you think that when you knew nothing about him? What in the blazes… you didn't even know if he was human! Shaking the thought off you answered him.

"My… owner" you signed spelling the last word. This time you didn't wait for him to show you the sign and went on — Mando had been adamant about not teaching you words related to slavery — "died, so I left the planet."