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AN EERINESS ENGULFED THOSE surrounded at the small table. Kera couldn't deny it was strange to be hospitable to mere strangers ── a Mandalorian and a child. Mos Pelgo was isolated and off-grid. It meant that there were never any visitors or interactions with outsiders.
There was no talk, no questions, just the scraps of knifes and forks scraping against the plates. The Mandalorian didn't seem to be open to much conversation, his attention seemed to be solely focused on the child who gurgled happily with his hearty meal.
Kera had been expecting more information to be revealed or a possibility even polite conversation. When she had collected the Mandalorian from her room after he had finished his meal he had merely mumbled a thank you ── one of which Kera almost didn't hear and followed her down the passage to the small table where lunch resumed to take place.
But everything that was to occur moments later were about to change Kera's path forever.
"Mandalorian, what has brought you to these parts?" Jo had asked, her eyes brimmed with curiosity, her gaze sharp as she dipped her flatbread into the remnants of her stew. The Mandalorian's head had snapped up from wiping the stew smudges on the child's little wrinkly green face to across from him where the teenager looked at him so attentively.
Kera who was seated at the head of the table suddenly interjected and spoke before the Mandalorian could. "Jo, the Mandalorian was here to look for another Mandalorian but now he's helping the town with the Krayt dragon in order to receive the armour Vanth wears. As long as he ain't causing any trouble, any threat, I don't care what he does."
Anza merely said nothing, a secret smile dancing upon her lips as she took the bowl with both hands and brought it to her lips. Kera and her theatrics had brought amusement and laughter into the mellow and saddened household ── even if Kera didn't know it.
"Is that a pet?" Jo asked with a pointed finger, intrigued by the little child of a strange green species.
"No. . . It's a foundling," The Mandalorian told the teenager but his voice was almost reluctant in revealing it.
"Jo, stay out of it. It isn't any our business," Kera warned, her voice sharp and stern. She had never snapped at the teenager before ── the breezy coolness of her constant facade slipping but something deep within Kera compelled her to do so. Guilt instantly littered through her, the distraught look in Jo's eyes, dampening as if all the stars in the world had vanished in a single moment. It brought an ache to her heart because she was supposed to be her older sister.
