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 and began walking cautiously to the Razor Crest. He kept her as still as possible, careful not to jostle her too much in the case of any unknown injuries. 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 voice box 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. He took one last look through the wounds of the ship and out at the Krykna. "We should get out of here."
Once settled and the ship's engine was on and running, the Mandalorian wrapped the woman's wrists in a leather strap. He looped and tightened it enough to ensure she couldn't ambush them. His trust in the situation was scarce and though he's seen his fair share of weaponry, power and stunts—this was a first. He noticed a dull knife holstered on her right calf and removed it, tossing it to the floor of the ship and out of her reach. He sighed and watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling more normally now. The child cooed 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 fingers grazing her cheek and causing her to stir 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 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. The whir of the ship filled the empty space around us and made my ears ring. I scoffed, continuing to try 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. I noticed my knife was missing from my calf and stifled the irritation that threatened within my chest. 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. Beside me there was a cup filled with water. Strategically, I wrapped both hands around it and took a small sip, noticing how much liquid sloshed around—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, the bind falling in several pierces into my lap, 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, my wrists seemingly still tied. 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, water gushing from the open wounds on the exterior. I felt a huge sense of relief wash 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. Using the heel of my boot I slide my knife over to where I sat, glaring at the door the Mandalorian just walked through.
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 bar 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—noticing the knife holstered back on my calf—and watched me walk into the crowd within the docks.