Cara and Din chuckled lightly before being joined by Greef once more.
"I take it you're out of here then, Cara?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking at the pair in front of him. Having Cara as his muscle would've been a dream come true, beautiful and tough as hell, you could never go wrong with that combination.
Cara turned and looked at him. She gave him a sympathetic look, smiled and shrugged. "Sorry Greef, guess I can't turn down the opportunity to kick his ass again, you understand."
The Mandalorian let out a stifled chuckle and watched the exchange unfold. It was true, he got his ass handed to him by her, but he didn't mind.
"I understand." Greef let out a small sigh and shook his head. "You two are always welcome back anytime, there's no animosity between us anymore Mando." He smiled as The Mandalorian nodded his shiny helmet. "Well, you three make some kinda strange family. But a family nonetheless." He chuckled at the thought.
Din looked at Cara, something stirred inside him when Greef mentioned the word family. The Child was his family now, it was part of his clan, but Cara? The thought made his cheeks grow a little hot and he was thankful for his helmet, now more than ever,
Cara simply chuckled and shook her dark head. "Something like that." She said quietly, shooting a glance Din's way.
Din shook his head. "We should go." He said, his modulated voice breaking the silence that had fallen between them.
Cara nodded and patted Greef's shoulder. "Take care, Greef."
"You too, Kids."
They made it back to the Razorcrest and found their way inside. Din laid The Child in its carrier, and Cara covered it with its blanket and smiled down at it. Din watched her, he thought to himself that she did a fine job with The Child. He didn't mind one bit the thought of raising The Child with Cara. He just wasn't sure how she felt about that just yet.
Cara turned her focus to Din, who seemed to be looking in her direction before looking elsewhere when she looked his way. She shook her head. "So? Think you've healed up?"
"I'm sore, but that's the worst of it." He explained. Sore may have been a touch of an understatement, but that was fine. He didn't want to cause her to worry. Quite frankly, he didn't wanna see that same look in her eye that he'd seen back there, when he thought it was all over. He could't stand to see that again.
"Just sore?" She approached him. He kept his place and now she was right in front of him. He wasn't sure what she was about to do and then… He felt her embrace him. It was a crushing embrace, but he loved it. Slowly, his arms wrapped themselves around her and he pulled her just as close. "Don't scare me like that again." She warned.
The Child sleepily watched the exchange between the two
"I'll try not to." He let out a small chuckle before letting her go and her arms fell at her sides as well.
"So? Where are we headed then?" Cara inquired, watching The Mandalorian walk to the cockpit of the Razorcrest. The carrier floated behind him and took its place to the left of Din's chair. She leaned in the entryway to the cockpit, one hand on her hip and she studied the man in beskar armor.
"I'm not entirely sure. The armorer mentioned looking for The Child's family, or someone who can potentially train it."
"Then I guess we need to find out his species first." Cara noted. Din fired up the engines and the ship took off.
"We're just gonna have to ask around and see what we come up with." Din replied.
Cara shrugged her shoulders and found a seat. If Din had a location in mind, she'd go along for the ride. Din looked back at her. "So. Couldn't live without me, huh?" She teased looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
He looked away and continued his course. "Something like that." He responded quietly. "I don't want to go back, but I think the locals on Tatooine might know some things about his kind."
"Let's do it then." Cara shrugged and smiled.
A few hours had gone by, Cara was doing her best to keep her eyes open. Din glanced at The Child, who was fast asleep and snuggling its blanket against its face while making cute noises. The ship was safely on autopilot, so he turned and stood up, he walked toward her.
The sound of his footsteps caused her eyes to open and she sat up straight."Everything okay?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Yes." He cleared his throat. He wanted to reach out, touch her face or take her hand. Fear of being flattened on his ass if he did so, kept him from doing that.
She raised an eyebrow and stood, feeling uncomfortable with his looming position. "What's going on? You're acting weird." She stepped sideways and looked at him again. She didn't want him getting too close, she already had unwanted feelings for him, the last thing she needed was for him to try and get closer to her.
"How so?" He stepped closer again. It happened, she had him pinned to the wall, her arm under his neck, her leg wedged between his legs and her body pressed against his. He gulped.
"What are you doing?" She studied his helmet, wondering what kind of expression he might be making underneath.
"Nothing!" He pushed her back. "Just trying to.. I.." He huffed and shook his head. "Nothing." He walked back to the cockpit and Cara straightened her armor.
She watched him walk away, she knew she shouldn't have pushed him like that, but he needed to know his place. But, now she knew that he was returning the feelings that she had for him. And this was not a good thing.