Three weeks later

Aria

"I already don't like how this is going." I tell Cara, holding her hands tightly as she leads me down the Razor Crest's ramp. She had just finished changing me into what I think is a dress of some sort and combing out my long hair, pining it intricately about my head.

"I've got you." She assures me, leading me into soft sand. I catch the familiar sound of Blurrgs to my left and I know we're on Arvada-7. Excitedly, I turn my head in Cara's general direction,

"Is Kuiil here? Do I get to see him?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Cara laughs as we cross under a shadow and stop. Her fingers untie my blindfold and I blink in the light of the setting suns.

"What-" I spin around slowly, taking in the decorations of desert flowers spilling out of urns, a few candles lit here and there and best of all…

"Took long enough." Din must have cleaned his armour or something, because his Beskar is shining and smooth. Standing against Kuiil's house are Kuiil himself, another IG unit, Gref Karga and Cara who is holding the squealing child.

I step towards him, beaming,

"What are you doing, Mando?" He takes my hand and leads me into the house which is impossibly dark.

"What do you think?" Din asks, guiding me away from chairs and tables and I'm glad he knows enough to protect me from my own clumsiness.

"Is the woman here?" An unfamiliar voice asks and I tighten my fingers around Din but he seems unconcerned.

"She is." He replies, turning my shoulders to face him in the dark.

"Then we are ready to begin." An old hand clasps over our joined hands and the stranger begins chanting slowly in an unfamiliar language.

"Din," I whisper and he rubs a thumb over my hand, listening, "We're getting married."

"Yes." He whispers back, the word full of tenderness and promise.

The Mandalorian priest lets go of our hands, saying something to Din and he reaches into his pocket, dropping something into my hand. I know it's his ring by the weight and design of it, my fingers feeling the heavy, masculine Beskar ring. The priest says something to me and I slide the ring over Din's bare hand, squeezing it slightly before letting go. The priest turns to Din who slips my engagement ring off, replacing it with a thinner band underneath the engagement ring.

I take a deep breath, the weight of our decision hitting me and I know it's the right one.

"One more thing." Din translates for the priest who is waiting patiently in the dark. He puts something slightly heavy around my neck, the chain thin and strong around my skin as I reach

up to feel the pendant. "My signet. With this, I claim you as a member of my clan, as my wife. As my love." I can tell he adds the last part in because the priest shifts uncomfortably and I grin in the dark.

"Do you take the name of Djarin?" The priest's accented common tongue asks me and I feel my heartbeat flutter.

"I do."

The priest touches my wrist and I hear the familiar sound of Din taking off his helmet so I wait, patiently.

His kiss is slow, taking his time in the dark as his hands cup my face, making me tremble as he seals our marriage with the gesture. He's in control, as always, but he pours his heart into this, telling me with every stroke of his tongue, with every pressure of his lips that everything will be alright with him. It is a promise and a statement all wrapped into one and I accept both with a full heart. Finally, Din steps back respectfully and I know the helmet is going back on. For now.

"In the name of Mandalore the Great," The priest ends, "I name you Din and Aria, clan of the Djarin."

Din emerged from the darkened house, his hand in his wife's as they walked to where their friends waited expectantly.

"Well?" Cara asked impatiently. Din's answer was lifting their joined hands, the Beskar steel rings shining in the light of the setting suns.

Greef shook his other hand heartily,

"Congratulations my friend," His voice was sincere, "I know you will be happy."

"I appreciate it." Din replied, feeling magnanimous in his cloud of elation. He couldn't stop looking at Aria who was giving Cara a huge hug, smiling as the women talked. They were married. The thought filled him with deep satisfaction and anticipation.

"I should get going." Greef nodded to his transport, "There is some business in Navarro that I need to attend to with the shock trooper."

"Well done, Mando." Cara was at his side, "I didn't think you could pull it off but you did it. I'm just surprised I made it to the guest list!"

"Don't sound too enthusiastic, Cara." Din answered wryly, "Thanks for coming down."

"Maybe you'll be next." Aria added, slipping an arm around The Mandalorian's waist, making him smile under his mask. Cara let out a barking laugh as she turned to follow Greef to the transport. "Tying myself down isn't really my thing." She called back, with no malice in her tone, "But I'll keep you updated."

Kuiil was holding the baby now and The Mandalorian took him, cradling the creature in his arms as he looked into the wide, dark eyes.

"I was thinking of taking him with me to the town tonight." Kuiil said, peering at the child, "There is plenty to occupy his growing little mind in the bazaar."

Din could have ridden a Blurrg without a second thought if the Ugnaught had asked him to. His voice was calm and thankful through his modulator,

"That's kind of you to offer." He glanced down at Aria and she nodded.

"Good." Kuiil interjected, scooping the baby out from The Mandalorian's arms before placing it in the sling around his neck. "We will be riding Blurrgs, so don't expect us before midday."

"We'll be waiting." Din assured him and watched as the pair began their journey in the sand. He turned to see Aria hiding her laughter and he caught her arm, "What's so amusing?"

"Poor Kuiil." She said, beaming, "I feel like we're turning him out of his own home."

"Would you rather have him stay?" Din asked, his voice deeper than usual and Aria gave him a look full of humor.

"No. No I wouldn't."