Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Eat

With the help of Mando and Cara, you put everything back in place in the cargo hold. By the time you were finished, IG-11 had started cooking some food and Mando huffed at him and left upstairs into the cockpit. Cara followed him and you stayed with Kuiil and the droid.

"The Mandalorian doesn't agree, but I could make IG-11 take a look at you."

After a quick look at the ladder leading to the cockpit and locking your senses onto Mando in case he came back down, you nodded eagerly.

"IG-11, assess her condition. Find out why she can't talk."

The droid came closer to you and started to — what looked like — scan you. After a few moments, it talked.

"There are traces of severe damage sustained in the trachea and pharynx. There's still a slight inflammation around the vocal cords that affects their mobility, causing a speech impediment." It said. "There's also damage to the wrist caused by a sprain. The area is swollen, it should heal in a few days."

"Will she regain the ability to talk?"

"I don't see why not. The vocal cords have weakened but there is no nerve damage. With exercise and perseverance, they should work again."

Well, that didn't sound too bad. Of course, you already knew about the wrist, but it was nice to know there was a physical reason why you couldn't talk yet and that there was no nerve damage.

"Thanks" you mouthed, smiling widely at the information.

"You're welcome." the droid answered.

"It can read your lips," Kuiil replied at your surprised expression. "I figured it could come in handy."

"I have prepared your meal" the droid said, giving you and Kuiil a bowl of food each. Then, it headed upstairs with two other bowls for Cara and Mando. After a moment, it came back down with one bowl still in its hand.

Without having to ask, you knew perfectly well who that plate belonged to, so with a sigh you took the food from the droid and headed up to the cockpit.

"... the rest will run like rats." Cara was saying when you opened the door.

"I said I'm not hung—" Mando cut himself off when he saw you "Hey…"

"Yeah... I think it has more to do with him not liking the droid." Cara said with a crooked smile.

"It tried to kill her, of course I don't like it."

"Uh-huh. I'll leave it to you to convince him." She said to you. "Thanks for the explanation." She added to Mando before heading downstairs.

You gave Mando a questioning look.

"I told her everything, your powers, the device…"

"Eat" you signed after leaving the food on the control panel.

"I'm ok, I'm not hungry." You gave him a look of disbelief. "Really." he added.

After shrugging to let him know you didn't care what he said, you signed "eat" again. You were about to leave when he grabbed your hand.

"Wait. I… uhh… are you sure you're ok? That looked pretty intense."

He was feeling guilty, you could tell. After all, using the collar had been his idea so he felt responsible for what had happened with it.

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. He seemed to feel slightly better, but not too much.

"Good. We'll be there soon. I think we need to talk." You moved closer to him but he didn't let go of you, as if he was scared you'd run away. "If Kuiil can't fix that… you'll have to stay on the ship, do you understand?"