Once the beast was rigid and the Mandalorian was confident it was dead, he rushed over to where the woman laid. She was on her side, breathing slowly, but alive. He lifted her carefully in his arms, conscious of her shoulder that took the brunt of the hit. Afraid her fragile body would snap if he jostled her around too much, he was vigilant about getting her back into the bunker of the ship. The child followed closely behind him.
"Did you know she could do that?" he asked. The kid cocked his head and blinked, just as confused as the Mandalorian, who sighed. The Frog Lady shooed him away, assessing the woman's vitals and pulling a wool blanket around her.
Through an abandoned droid's voicebox nearby, she communicated with the Mandalorian. "She is alive. Freezing cold, and her shoulder might be sprained, but otherwise alright."
"There is a vent in the cockpit where the heat comes out. She can go up there," he gingerly lifted her back up, making sure to keep the blanket wrapped around her. "We should get out of here."
Once settled and the ship's engine was running, the Mandalorian wrapped the woman's wrists in a leather strap. He tightened it enough to ensure she couldn't ambush them. His trust in the situation was scarce and through all the shit he's seen—this was a first. He sighed and watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling more normally now. The child stood next to him, reaching up to be lifted. When he was close to the woman, he put his small, green hand out towards her. His small fingers grazed her cheek and she stirred in her sleep. The Mandalorian watched as the kid turned to face him, his eyes filled with concern.
"I can't trust her. This is for your own good," he put the kid in his own seat, strapping him in and suggesting to the Frog Lady to do the same. "Let's go."
I woke on my side within the cockpit of the Mandalorian's ship, my throbbing head forcing a strained groan. My vision was blurry. I was worried I had a concussion, so I took things slowly and breathed deeply. My shoulder ached though I was certain it wasn't broken, based on the small circular motions I managed. The Frog Lady croaked beside me and placed her wet hand on my forehead. I flinched, uncomfortable with her notion.
"She is awake," the amphibian talked through the droid. The Mandalorian flicked a few switches on the control board without turning.
"I'll turn down the heat, then," he responded. I tried to reach to swat the Frog's hand away but noticed there was something bound around them. I muttered under my breath and strained to get the strap off my wrists.
"What is this?" I pulled to try and release the bound, but it seemed to only make it tighter. I looked at the back of the Mandalorian's head out of betrayal. The child cooed curiously and watched the Mandalorian, as if wondering the same thing.
No response. I continued trying to find a loose piece of slack in the bind, but it was no use. He was indeed a bounty hunter, and any knot he tied would be nearly impossible for me to undo. Instead, I eyed the Frog Lady, who was more focused on her spawn, and searched around the cockpit for any sort of tool I could use to help release me. I saw there was a cup filled with water next to me, which was enough for exactly what I needed.
"Looks like we're approaching Trask," the Mandalorian said. I watched him adjust a few levers and felt the ship whir in response—meanwhile, I used my abilities to bend the water from the cup and it hovered above my wrists. Silently, with one swift movement, I slashed the water across the bind. It cut clean through, releasing me. To remain as inconspicuous as possible, I carefully bended the water back into the cup and slipped my hands underneath the wool blanket. I caught the child's eye and realized he'd seen everything—but the Mandalorian picked him up and placed him on his lap, unaware of what I did. As though he could feel my eyes burning into him, he turned to look over his shoulder at me before pushing the ship to lose altitude and land on Trask.
After a rough and nearly unsuccessful landing, the Razor Crest practically coughed as it settled into the hanger. I felt a huge sense of relief come over me, knowing I made it off of Tatooine and could have a clean slate here. The Mandalorian took the child and he and the Frog Lady made their way off the ship together, leaving me in the cockpit without a word. I stood up gingerly and felt the blood pulse in my temple, forcing me to sit back down again for a minute before trying again.
When I could finally manage to stand and walk without feeling as though I was going to faint, I made my way off the ship. The Mandalorian was busy talking with the crew about repairs. I stepped down the ramp and headed for the nearest café to get some food and assess the area but felt the Mandalorian's sharp gaze on my back as I walked away from him. My hands no longer bound, he instinctively narrowed his eyes at me and watched me walk into a nearby café.