May The Way Be With You

Plans

"We're here." Din's voice says. I blink and sit up, seeing that we have reached a rather pretty farm. Kids are running up to us, and they gasp and awe when they see the kid in my lap. "Well, looks like they're happy to see us." He says.

"Looks it." Cara agrees. Villagers come up and start unloading the boat of our things, telling us they have a barn that will fit all of us. Still better than the ground. Cara wants to check the direction the raiders came from, which sounds like a good idea.

"Do you mind watching the kid while I help Cara? Figured my... Skills could be useful." I tell Din. He nods and touches our foreheads together before he leaves with a box and the baby. I follow Cara to where the raiders entered the village. There's still blaster scorches on the ground. I pick up a basket and get a flash of one of the village mothers hiding under it in the water with her child. Smart move.

"Alright, what are your 'skills' telling you?" Cara asks, kneeled down looking at some other scorch marks. I look out into the forest, and reach out with That Feeling, holding my hand out.

"I can sense there's a lot of them. At least thirty members total. They are close, but not that close. Maybe a mile away. They're confident. Really confident, like they have something that guarantees their victory." I tell her. I start to feel strained and stop reaching out.

I wobble on my feet for a moment, causing Cara to place her hand on my shoulder. "You ok?" She asks. I nod.

"Yeah, I don't really use my 'skills' for such long distances. And never really for long, just to sense the feelings of others and maybe summon something to my hand. Or push it away. I'll be fine." I smile at her. She nods and has me return to the village. They have prepared food for us, and I see the kid playing with the other kids. The woman from my vision is watching them.

"The Mandalorian gave Winta permission to play with the baby." She smiles. I look at the barn, and can see Din in the window. His head is covered in shadow, and his helmet is on the windowsill, next to a plate of food. I quickly look away, unsure if it counts as seeing his face. A villager brings me a plate of food, and I thank him, sitting with the woman whose daughter is playing with the kid.

I eat in relative peace and the kids play, and it makes me smile to see the baby making friends. The woman looks at me, and smiles, "My name is Omera." I quickly chew and swallow the bit of food I took. "Please, don't rush, I'm sorry. I should have waited." She says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"It's ok, no need to apologize. My name is Thief." I tell her. She looks surprised, and I tell her the same thing I told Caben and Stoke. "I promise, if I knew my real name, I'd tell you."

"I believe you. The Mandalorian said he was but a child since the last time someone saw his face. However, here you are without a helmet or armor. Are not all Mandalorians the same?" She asks.

"Oh, no, I am not a Mandalorian. I don't wear beskar." I tell her.

"Interesting! Please forgive me if I'm overstepping, but are you not the Mandalorian's wife?" She asks, fascinated.

"We are not married, but we are a romantic couple. We have been courting for some time, and his people have accepted me as a Friend. It means I am an ally, and am affording the same things as a Mandalorian except the beskar. Which doesn't bother me, the stuff is heavy." I chuckle.

"Wow! Learn something new every day!" She grins. I finish my food and don't have the heart to have the kid stop playing. "May I ask a... Personal question?" Omera asks.

"You may, but I reserve the choice to not answer." I tell her. She nods in agreement.

"Since you and the Mandalorian are lovers, I can't help but be curious. Does the helmet stay on during intimate moments?" She asks. I happened to be taking a sip of water as she asks, and I choke on my drink. "Oh Maker, are you ok!?" She asks, slapping my back as I cough.