They trekked back to Layla's campsite without running into any trouble and made it around dusk. Thankfully, the guard droids didn't seem to be after them. The pair stayed in constant silence. Bossk mused of anyway he just might be able to still cash in after all of this was over. There had to be some way for his life debt to be paid with relative ease.

At first, he couldn't tell where the pitfall trap/camp was. Layla got down on her hands and knees and began pushing the leaves and sticks to the side, revealing a large hole. She had done much more to it than on the first day when she had hurriedly dug it. It was a lot roomier. Her pack rested by the wall for a pillow and leaves and grasses covered the bottom to make a floor of sorts. A small nook was dug into the wall, meant for fires by the looks of the dust and ashes gathered in it.

"Creative," Bossk muttered to himself as he followed after Layla, jumping down into the pit as she began covering up the roof once more. Whether or not she heard it was a mystery to him.

As Bossk set his own pack down and sat down, Layla tried starting a fire with some flint stones she found. Eventually, she got a few sparks and it began to bloom until a small flame appeared. From then, she was able to build it up with ease. She scooted over to the wall opposite of him.

For a while, they barely regarded one another. Occasionally, someone would dig into their pack to get a sip of water or something to snack on. Time passed like this until it grew dark and the fire burned down to glowing embers.

The two tried to get some sleep that night, but one another's presence was uncomfortable. Bossk finally just sat up against the wall, and decided he would take watch incase their new opponent came earlier than expected. He removed his flak vest and the top part of his yellow flightsuit to make himself more comfortable, revealing his scaled, bare chest. Layla just laid there with her eyes wide open for a while, too afraid to fall asleep, before fatigue took over.

Once in a while, he would glance over to Layla, watching her sleep. It was surprising how peaceful and meek she seemed like this. She didn't make any sound accept for an infrequent, shallow breath. He wondered if maybe something was wrong was her health or if she just didn't snore period.

He resumed thinking of how he was going to pay off his life debt, along with coming up with a strategy to get off of Jubili. Perhaps he'd get lucky and she'd get into trouble during their fight against Kilvaari; he could probably save her that way. Then again, luck didn't seem to be on his side lately. Either way, he couldn't just kill her anymore. Even if he paid off his debt, it would be pointless if he just turned around and sentenced her to death right after. He didn't think he'd ever get stuck with something like this…

He flinched and raised his claws in a deadly fashion, ready to attack upon feeling a solid weight press against his leg. Bossk froze and looked dumbfounded when he saw Layla, still unconscious and unknowing of her current actions, curled up against him like a youngling might be. He was tempted to shaking her awake and getting her off of him. However, she seemed too tired and needed rest- being a warm-blooded creature, a lot of her energy was used to create heat. Besides, she wasn't doing any harm.

He allowed her to lie where she was.

It felt odd and weird, having another being so close without actually fighting them. It was a strange feeling he didn't want to approach any more than he should. He'd heard and seen creatures from other species do things similar- mainly couples who foolishly allowed themselves to fall in love with each other. Love was also an emotion distant to Trandoshans; their love and lust came from the hunt. End of discussion. Even when they mated, males just went back home, got with a clutch mother they found desirable, and left.

There was no possible way they'd fall in love anyhow. He didn't have to worry about it. Let's face the facts, Bossk thought, I'm a hunter. She's just an irritating girl. I kill for a living. She runs off if she's spooked enough. I'm a Trandoshan. She's a near-human with barely enough sense to speak pigeon Basic. And on top of everything we hate each other. Bossk nodded slowly with this. Someday in the future, he probably wouldn't even remember her at all. She'd just be a distant memory he had pushed away after this disappointing journey.

Layla woke up from a nightmare to discover the moon had shifted quite a bit and the fire had completely died out. Looking, up she saw Bossk, head leaned back, eyes closed, still awake…and that she was lying up against him. Embarrassed and nervous, she quickly got up and moved away from him.

"Go back to sleep," he barked in commanding tone without so much as looking at her.

She shook her head, "My turn take watch. You sleep now."

He sighed exasperatingly, "Whelp, you need it more than I do at this point. If you're going to be in any position to fight, you need to rest. Now."

She lied back down as ordered, back in her original place and scowling at him all the while for being so authoritative, but didn't fall asleep soon. Since it worked earlier, Bossk began making purring sounds again. Layla relaxed a little, her eyes slowly closing although she fought it to not give him the satisfaction of easily ordering her around.

Disinclined, he forced himself to try to control his temper and reached out to push back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face and then brush the side of her arm gently. At first, she flinched at his touch. She wouldn't trust him if her life depended on it and he knew that. Still, he kept doing this until she had gone back to sleep once more.

"Why I trust you?" Layla asked again before entering the bliss on unconsciousness once more, her eyelids feeling heavier by the second. She was still determined for an answer. "How know you no bring pain or death?"

She heard his response before blacking out again.

"Well," Bossk said in an unfazed tone, crossing his arms over his chest, "You don't."