After that brief nap, Din practically had to tackle Cara to get her to go to sleep. The stubborn woman had dark bags under her eyes, and a permanent eye twitches, since she has been up for eighteen hours. She became increasingly paranoid due to the fact they had been quietly traveling through space and no one had tried to kill them in the past two days. She has barely moved from the cockpit in hours, instead, she has been sitting almost entirely still and waiting for something to occur.
"I need you to sleep," Din says sternly from the doorway of the cockpit. She is sitting on a chair, staring at the stars, again her eye twitching, and hand tightly grasping her blaster.
"I need to be awake if something happens." She snaps back and runs her hand over her gun. Din rolls his eyes before casting a look down to the little one, who is staring at the woman with a concerned look in his little eyes. Din then approaches her with quiet footsteps. He does not want to make her feel cornered, but he can see her tired eyes drift to him and her mouth curls into a snarl.
"Cara, please. I will wake you if anything happens, but I need you to be well if we need to fight. To do so, you need rest," he tells her, his voice quiet and soft to make sure he doesn't come across as overbearing or ordering. Cara sighs and finally relents. She stands up, blaster still in hand, and begins trudging to the small cot. Din follows her below, hand extended, silently asking for the blaster.
She glares at him and shakes her head vigorously. "Just give it to me, I'm worried you'll accidentally shoot yourself in the face. I'll make soup, you can have it when you wake up." With that, he grabs the blaster and makes his way to his tiny cooking unit at the far end of the ship. Cara stares after him, half angry that he took her blaster, half thankful that he allows her a place of rest. She grunts and lays down on the stiff cot, before feeling a tiny tug on her ankle. She groans and turns to glare at the little green creature, who has his small hand on her leg and stands to coo at her. She growls before nodding and laying down with a heavy thump. The little one clammers up to lie down next to her chest. She inadvertently moves her hand up and covers his small shoulders with her fingers. Din reappears, with a blanket in his hands. He leans down and drapes the blanket over Cara and the little one, who is almost asleep already. He stops and looks again at the sleeping duo, smiling softly to himself.
Unbeknownst to him, Cara was still awake, looking at the Mandalorian through her lashes. "Why are you staring?" she mumbles, making Din snort softly.
"No reason. Go to sleep." He murmurs, before turning and returning to his bone broth.