Mando laid there with her in his arms, frozen and unbelieving what just happened. She was pale and barely breathing. He ran it through his mind again and again. It all happened so fast. He was dying. He felt it. His heart slowed, his chest compressed so much he couldn't breathe. He felt the pain. Blackness began seeping in at the edges of his sight. Then he felt her pulling him back. He didn't know how, but she did, she brought him back. He laid her down and stood. He wiped the blood from his stomach. Yes, the wound was gone, he wiped again and again. There was nothing, not even a scar. Blood was everywhere, all over him and the floor. Fayra was soaked in it. He began removing the rest of his armor. The wound from the speeder bike crash was still across his arm, it throbbed. He ignored it. He sat his helmet down on the table and ran his hands through his hair. He looked at the scene before him. There was so much blood, no one could have survived it. How, he wondered, how did she do it.

He stood, watching her, still disbelieving what he had just witnessed. She healed him. Mando looked down again and his wound was still gone. He wondered if he just hallucinated. No, no too much blood. He took a deep breath, the pain was gone. As a matter of fact, he felt better than he had in a long time. Even the soreness from the speeder bike wreck was gone. He felt stronger too, as though he could fight 2 or 3 Mudhorns at once, maybe an entire army of stormtroopers. He removed his blood soaked clothing. Fayra still laid out, at his feet.

She healed him, saved him. Still unbelieving he kept rolling it over and over in his head. Along with the "whys" and "hows" and "what the fucks". He needed to take control of the situation. His first priority was Fayra. By the looks of her she might die. He couldn't leave her like this. He grabbed his vibroblade and knelt down beside her. Her sleeveless tank clung to her as he pulled it taunt. He sliced it up through the middle, then at each shoulder. Her breasts bounced free as Mando pulled it from her and tossed it on the pile of his blood soaked clothes. He cut her cotton shorts and tossed them.

The sight before him was incredible, he really should have taken her offer. He hadn't been with a female in a while, even longer with one so beautiful. If ever, he thought. Even with blood stained skin, she was immaculate. Mando wasn't blind, he caught himself many times watching her, eyeing what was on display. He tried to not let it distract him. He knew she was a beauty to behold, but seeing her on full display was something entirely different. Her offer was tempting, to take her instead of killing the droid. Too tempting in his mind. No, he can't focus on this now, he scolded himself. It was wrong. He pushed it from his mind.

Her skin was ice cold as he scooped her up into his arms. He took her to the shower and let the hot water run over the two of them, washing away the blood. He set her feet on the floor, but held her tightly against him by wrapping one arm around her back. With the other, he tilted her head back and wiped away the blood that streamed down her face. With the amount of blood that streamed down her face, whatever she did must have been painful. Now she looked peaceful. Too peaceful in his mind. He felt her chest lightly rising and falling against his own. He allowed the water to flow through her hair for a few more minutes before turning it off.

He left his helmet on the table, he knew she wouldn't wake. Even if she did, could he complain or be angry with her, especially after what she just did. He wouldn't be able to deny her that. However, he wasn't worried. Any time she used her powers, it took at least two days to recover. When she slept, she slept hard. Mando realized fairly quickly that's when she was most vulnerable. When she needed the most protection. You couldn't wake her, she was completely unresponsive. the world could be exploding around her, it wouldn't matter. By the looks of her now, he was worried that she might not ever wake again.

Whatever she did for him, she used a tremendous amount of power. It left her coming exhausted and close to death. He scooped her legs back up and placed her in her bed. She was still shaking so he took the blanket from his own bed and doubled her covers. He watched her for a few minutes before turning to leave.

It took Mando several hours to clean the mess. Another several hours to clean his armor. He didn't bother with his undergarments, they were stained with too much blood, so he tossed them. Once he was finished he dressed in his full guard. He turned his life-form scanner on and began searching the ship. He hadn't seen the droid since the blaster went off. It didn't take him long before he found it. It was hidden under her bed. He placed his hand on the hilt of his blaster.

"Come out." He demanded. "If I have to pull you out, I'll put you in the compressor."

It beeped, then he heard movement. It slowly rolled out and faced him.

"Follow me."

It beeped and obeyed.

Mando led it to the cargo bay. He sat on the side bench and faced the droid.

"Me and you have a problem." He stated. "Know that I blame you. If she lives, you die. If she dies I'm gonna dissect you part by part." He kicked the droid backward into the carbon freezing chamber, and slammed it on.