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KERA VERR WAS EXHAUSTED. So much had transpired over the past couple of days then there had in weeks. Life in Mos Pelgo was simple, very much routined and isolated. An inevitable weight crashed and squeezed at the remnants of her heart ── Kera would have to find the strength to leave the place she had just scarcely begun to refer as home sooner or later.
Upon entering the threshold with Jo by her side, the child had already waddled towards her, little arms outstretched. A smile graced her lips before she reached down scoping the child into her arms in a quick fluid moment. Kera's voice was soft, dripping with tender warmth, attempting to mimic the way her mother had once spoken to her as a child. "Hello there, little one."
The child cooed delicately, Kera could see how its features shifted to the blue-painted door. Kera examined the child's expression, able to see how such worry lingered in its little green features. "I know. I know. Your papa will be back soon to come and get you. He was very selfless and heroic today. It's quite the impressive story though. Lived up to all those Mandalorian tales I was told about as a child. . . Anyways, I'm quite sure your papa will tell you all about his impressive kill once you go wherever you need to go."
This time the child cooed sombrely, its rounded brown eyes shimmering with tears, burying itself, flushed against her the breathable fabric of her shirt. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean kill! Your papa just put it to sleep, that's it. The Krayt Dragon is asleep for always."
In a helpless attempt to soothe the child, Kera tried to rock the child in her arms but the tears in his brown eyes scaled down his green cheeks. Ever so gently, Kera brushed gently them away with the pad of her thumb. Kera's facial expressions moulted into one of understanding, her feet moving to shuffle against the smooth floors and take a seat opposite to where Anza was lulled motionless in deep sleep.
"Aw, kiddo. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you with talk of such things. I forget you're so little and young and have so much to see."
Kera continued to watch the child's expressions, noticing how they had remained the same, honeycombed with such despair.
"Are you hungry? Is it nap time? I'm stressing a little here." The child had only let out a little giggle in response and it made Kera sigh but smile all the same. "Okay, so you're all good then? Lovely."
Seconds ticked by. Then minutes. Anza snoring away in the chair opposite to Kera wasn't really helping all that much. Jo was in her room, probably attempting to work on some mechanical project alike Kera had been teaching her. Kera assumed that K-3SO was running diagnostics in the little shed out the back where Kera kept all of her tools and such.
