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"So when do we leave?" Kreya asked the Mandalorian seated across from her as her fingers traced absent patterns on the surface of the table as she waited for his response.
The man's helmet tilted towards their porcine companion and shrugged, "I would like to leave as soon as possible..."
Kreya quirked a dark eyebrow at the men, "I'm sensing there's a 'but' is coming next."
"-But Jawas stripped my ship for parts. I just reacquired them." Mando finished, his voice sounded strained even through his modulator.
Still his words earned a laugh from the woman. She'd learned how to deal with the hooded scavengers the hard way, "Oh, I see. What did it take to get your parts back? A couple blasters? Maybe some beskar?"
"An egg." Mando supplied, leaning back rather uncomfortably in his chair.
In turn, Kreya propped an elbow on the table top and rested her chin in her palm, "An egg from...?"
A sigh escaped from underneath the man's helmet, he was beginning to feel as if this woman was going to be more trouble than what she was worth. Still he felt compelled to answer her anyway.
"A Mudhorn's egg."
Kreya's brows rose, "Really? You took an egg from a Mudhorn?"
"Well, the Child aided me." He digressed, glancing over his shoulder at the slumbering youngling in the pram.
Her blank stare seemed to follow his, "How so?"
The Mandalorian offered her a vague gesture in an attempt to reenact what the Child had done, but then remembered the woman in question could not see him. Glancing at the Ugnaught, Mando cleared his throat, awkwardly,
"It raised it's hand and somehow levitated the beast."
"So that's what I felt the other day." The woman commented, absently, her attention still glued to the pram.
"You felt it?" Mando repeated, his confusion clearly evident in his voice.
"Yes," Kreya confirmed with a flippant wave, "I sensed it while I was meditating. Such an act is very prominent to anyone who is appropriately attuned."
"Can you levitated objects as well?" The warrior inquired, curiosity somehow getting the better of him in this moment. Although, it was out of character for him to be so interested in another being, the past couple days had weighed down on him and his exhaustion was beginning to take effect.
Kreya smirked, but said nothing. Suddenly, the discarded mugs on the table between them began to float in the air as if they were old-time puppets dangling from clear strings. Mando was thankful once again that his helmet hid the surprise on his face. But when he made eye contact with the woman, it was clear she knew she'd caught him off guard. Then, just as quickly as the mugs had lifted off the table, they floated back down to rest on its surface.
