𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 - DIN DJARIN

Chapter 58: The Armor

chapter 58: the armor •••

Life with the covert is exactly what you would've expected from the greatest warriors in the galaxy. Their days are spent training on the shore, with constant sparring matches and other types of training drills. At night, everyone goes their separate ways for a meal, using the time to prepare for the next day's activities. Din's told you that this isn't much different from the life they used to have in the tunnels of Nevarro, though now, they're even more focused on survival.

You muse on this as you sit beside Grogu and Zora on the sandy shore. They've both taken a fascination with a cluster of rocks. You smile at their innocent curiosity and turn your head to see Din still standing many strides away with his focus on the foundlings' training.

It hasn't been long at all since you returned to the covert. You can still feel the lovely ache of your first night, one that lingers as much as the fading lines of art you drew upon your husband's back and the mark his sweet lips left upon your neck. It's the first time in a long time that you've felt at peace with your entire family together and no other quests or shadows looming over you.

Then, you see the hilt of the Darksaber on Din's belt catch the light. You grimace and turn back to Zora and Grogu.

You want so badly to believe that this is the home where you'll stay indefinitely, but you can't convince yourself of it. The covert isn't meant to live like this, and with the legendary sword Din possesses, he might just have the power to change things. But that's not the role Din wants; if anything, it's exactly what your newest ally had once wanted. All you know is that Din will do whatever it takes to make a better life for his family and his people.

And that means yet another quest could be right around the corner.

You're pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Din's boots on the sand as he approaches you. You turn and watch him kneel between you and your children. Din tends to you first, one of his gloved hands taking a hold of your chin and easing your forehead to meet his helmet.

"Something on your mind?" Din asks, his modulated voice soft. You don't need to see his gaze to know it's searching your own.

You offer him a smile. "Not much," you insist. "We'll talk about it later."

Din nods, brushing his thumb over your lip before he turns to your children. "What are you two up to?"

Zora takes a few excited breaths and points to a rock—a moving rock. "Papa, luh!"

"I see it, Zozo!" Din assures her with excitement of his own that he displays just for her. "Did you find a little sea creature?"

"Gogu!" Zora says as she points at her brother.

"You found it, Grogu?" Din asks your son. Grogu coos in the affirmative. You chuckle to yourself as Din pats his head. "Very good." Din pauses and gestures to one of the little creatures in Grogu's hand. "You've got to leave them alone now, buddy. It's time you learn with the other foundlings."

You wrinkle your brow at Din's words. Before you can say anything, Din's already picking up Grogu and standing back to his full height.

"Playtime's over," Din announces. He nods at Grogu. "I'm gonna need you to focus."

You reach for your confused daughter and pick her up as you also stand to your feet. "Are you sure he's ready for that?" You ask Din in a low voice.

Din looks at you as he starts to lead you towards the training. "You've seen what he can do," Din reminds you. "He's ready." Din glances down at Grogu. "His size doesn't matter. He can persevere."