Bo-Katan kept a pace slightly ahead of Din Djarin as they ran through the tunnels under the club. He knew that she could've run faster and was more injured than she was letting on. The tunnel was too low and narrow for them to use their jet packs and had many turns.

"This must lead to a docking station at some point." Din Djarin said breaking the silence over their comms.

"I'm starting to see some light ahead, hopefully you're right." Said Bo-Katan.

To their surprise, as they cut the last corner they saw Man-Am repeatedly flipping in the air, about 7 feet from the ground. He screamed as he was quickly tumbling over and over again against his will. As Bo-Katan and Din Djarin caught their breaths they simultaneously caught the gaze of Grogu who giggled as he waved a hand in the air. Grogu let Man-Am fall to the ground and trotted over to Din Djarin.

"I told you to stay on the ship." Groaned Din. Grogu looked up at him with innocent eyes as though he had never heard that command.

Man-Am wobbled violently as he got up on his feet and attempted to make a run for it. Bo-Katan fired off two rounds, one hitting his right shoulder and the other hitting his left knee.

"Nice job, little one." She said as she scratched the top of Grogu's head. Bo-Katan swayed a little as she walked over to Man-Am. In the light of the docking station Din Djarin could see a path of blood drops Bo-Katan had tracked down from the club.

"Take Grogu and head back to the ship. I'll restrain him and take him on board." Din offered. Bo-Katan didn't argue back to his surprise and scooped Grogu into her arms and silently made her way back to her ship. She bit the inside of her cheek in frustration, realizing how much she had changed after a year of sitting in meetings and managing the delicate politics of Mandalore. Bo-Katan carefully set Grogu down in his pod and dropped herself into the pilot chair with a loud groan. Grogu let out a worried babble.

"I'm alright kid." She sighed.

Removing her helmet she took a deep breath and started assessing the damage those blades had done. Din Djarin made his way up the ship's ramp with a sack over his shoulder, a sack that was bleeding and squirming. Din punched the sack once and then it was still.

"Easier to carry this way." Din said when he saw Bo-Katan's raised brow.

"Let's get on our way. I already know there's a mountain of paperwork waiting for me at home." Said Bo-Katan as her hand glided across the controls and shut the door.

The engine started a gentle rumble as the ship rose from the ground and began moving forward.

"I can fly us home. You should rest while you can and tend to those wounds." Din Djarin gently offered unsure if she would accept.

"Let me just get us out of here and the autopilot can handle the majority." Bo-Katan said.

It was a comfort knowing Din meant well and didn't view her as weak for getting so badly hurt on her first mission back. She didn't need to have her guard up so high around him. Once they were on autopilot Bo-Katan slowly got the first aid kit, the bleeding had mostly stopped now. Most of her lesions were on her back from jumping in front of Din Djarin to protect him from those swinging blades.

"No touching." Din said seeing that Grogu propped himself into the pilot's seat.

"Here let me help, I don't think you can easily reach those spots." Din Djarin said as he took the kit from her hands.

There was a laceration on the back of her right thigh, a smaller cut on the back of her arm just above her elbow, and a rather long wound on her back. Din took off his gloves to try and get into the small spaces between her armor for the intricate work. He hesitate a bit, which she sensed.

"Take this, if you need to cut as my suit to see what you're doing." She said handing him a pair of scissors.

He felt his face go red hot under his helmet. He stuttered a bit as he accepted the scissors

"It's fine." Bo-Katan said.

She was grateful to be facing the cabin wall as he removed her arm plate and started cutting at the fabric of her flight suit. Her cheeks felt warm and she yearned to have her helmet back in case he got a glimpse of how pink they had become. He first tended to the wound on her arm, spraying an antiseptic on it and then rubbing an ointment on top. He could feel her hard tricep muscle as he placed adhesive gauze on. Din brought himself lower to begin attending to the wound on her leg. It felt wrong to be so close to her outside of battle. His heart was pounding as he peeled back a little more of her suit to spray the antiseptic on her leg. She winced a little at the sting.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, carry on."

Her skin tingled where his fingers grazed, still feeling their warmth after he applied the gauze with gentle pressure. Next was her back, the area that had been bleeding the most. He cleaned the area the best he could without aggravating her sore flesh. Din Djarin's focus was pulled for a moment to a line of freckles above her wound, it reminded him of a constellation but he couldn't quite put a finger on which one. He shook his head as he refocused himself.

"Everything alright?" Bo-Katan inquired after seeing his head shake from the corner of her eyes.

His breathing hitched from being caught.

"You should be more careful." Was the only thing he could think to say.

"You should be more careful. This is because you didn't realize that guard wasn't completely out." She spun around on her heels to scold him.

He hung his head down. "I'm sorry."

She immediately felt a pang in her chest, she didn't mean to be harsh. If anything she was internally punishing herself more for how sloppy she was in that fight. She turned around again in silence and let him finish dressing her wound. She clenched her hands as he had to spray an adhesive to close up the wound more before he could cover it. She pinched her eyes shut as she felt the prickling burn but then she suddenly felt a cool sensation.

"Take some of this. It's a soothing balm, I'll put some in your bag for you to reapply later." Din Djarin said before placing the last piece of gauze on her back.

"Thanks." She replied tenderly. She turned to face him again, her face had a much softer demeanor. "I'll just be in the fresher for a moment to change."

He nodded and went back to his seat. As soon as the door to the fresher closed Bo-Katan covered her face with her hands and sighed. She shouldn't be feeling so awkward, this wasn't the first time a comrade had helped to patch her up after a fight. She steadied her heart rate with some slow breaths and changed into a spare flight suit.

Din Djarin didn't quite know what to do with himself and fiddled with his hands after putting his gloves back on. Grogu's gaze caught his attention.

"Stop. Pay attention to the path." Din Djarin said fully knowing autopilot was locked on.

After dropping Man-Am off at one of the Republic's judiciary stations and filling out the necessary paperwork they made their way back to Mandalore. Bo-Katan didn't feel much relief to be heading home knowing there was so much she would have to deal with once they landed.

"I never wanted to be a diplomat." She said breaking the silence in the ship. "I don't know what's worse the policies or the politics. I knew since I was young that I wanted to be a warrior."

"Maybe there should be two of you." Din Djarin joked. "I'm sure that as things stabilize more you won't have to be so politically present in every matter of Mandalore. You'll figure out who you trust the most to run things with you."

It was nice to have someone to talk to about her troubles. She wanted the Mandalorian population to thrive but didn't always have the clearest plan on how to execute that peacefully between the clans. It felt like no matter what decision she made someone would get upset.

She put the ship into its landing gear and saw about a dozen members of the council running up to ship port. She threw her head back and groaned.

"You're quite popular." Din Djarin said as he offered a comforting squeeze on her shoulder.