Lysa shifted against the sheets below her, giving a groan.

Blinking open her eyes she saw the first of the morning sun pouring through the viewport's shutters.

Turning her head she looked to see the bed beside her empty, as it had been for the last three nights she had slept here.

Lysa let out a sigh.

She missed Din, more than she could say. The galaxy feeling a lot bigger without him beside her.

She wondered now where he and Grogu were, hoping that whatever happened, they were ok.

She understood how strong and capable the pair of them were, having underestimated them for so long, while under Crix's spell. After the assault on the gang on the lava flats just a few days ago, she had seen just how smart, meticulous and ruthless Din was when it came to his work as a bounty hunter.

But even with this in mind, she desperately hoped that nothing bad had happened to either of them.

Din had left with Grogu right before either of them had even had the chance to eat any breakfast. With Lysa aware of how eager Din was to track down Crix once and for all, and put an end to all this.

If Lysa was honest that was all she wanted now too. To see Crix locked away on a prison ship somewhere, not because of what he'd put her through these last few years, but for what he had done to threaten the lives of Din and Grogu. No matter what, Lysa would never be able to forgive that.

But as the days had flitted slowly by, with barely anything to do to pass the time out here in Din's cabin. Her mind could only worry about whether Din and Grogu would return to her in one piece.

If Crix really was on Corulag, she knew that he couldn't be underestimated. Crix had always had a knack for finding friends in low places, and she didn't doubt he had traded in a favour for safe passage there. But there was no knowing what circles he was mixing in, or what lengths he was willing to go to to ensure he was not captured.

Lysa moved to lie on her back now, staring up at the ceiling.

The nights we're growing warmer here on Nevarro. The humidity that clung to the air, having forced Lysa to strip down to just her undergarments in the early hours, as she tossed and turned. Wishing she was not alone here in Din's sleeper. Wishing that the Mandalorian was here with her to share in her sleepless nights.

There wasn't a moment, over the past three days, that he hadn't been on her mind. With Lysa convinced now that something had shifted between them of late.

A longing between them now, that perhaps had not been fully formed just a few days prior.

Lysa let out another huff of air, just as she heard a sudden noise over the cabin.

The sound of a ship flying overhead, circling around and coming to land close by.

With a frown grazing her brow, propping herself up onto her elbows, Lysa listened intently, certain that she recognised that particular engine.

Her heart thrummed a beat.

Quickly she got to her feet, flinging a long lilac tunic over her slender shoulders and wrapping it tightly around her middle. Before making for the door to the sleeper, as it slid open before her.

From here, she could hear the ship's engine loud outside, as it settled just a little way from the cabin in it's usual spot.

And Lysa, heading for the door to the cabin, pressed the button as it whooshed open in front of her…

..revealing Din's N-1 Naboo Starfighter, just a little way away from the cabin.

Lysa watched now, as the dust around the ship settled, her heart still racing, as she saw Din, switch off the engines, and the dome above him slide back.

She swallowed hard, scrutinising him carefully as he stepped from the ship, Grogu in his arms, looking for any signs of injury or harm. But there looked to be nothing now, as Din stood up straight, looking her way.

Had he found Crix? Would this mean it was all over?

Din gazed at her for a long second, his armour gleaming in the morning light. But after a moment, as though reading her thoughts, Din gave a sudden shake of his head.

Lysa let out a steadying breath. Conflicting emotions passing through her at this moment in time.

Of course she was upset that Crix was still walking around on some planet, alive and well, having escaped the justice that should have been served to him. And yet Lysa could not help but feel relieved that Din was here now, seemingly unscathed.

She had realised, over the past three days that they had spent apart, that Din and Grogu were her priority now, above all else.

She knew how she felt about them now. A tug on her heart so pure and agonising, that there was no way she could ignore it any longer.

Lysa watched now as Din approached her, strolling up the small couple of steps and coming to a stop at the top of the porch, just a foot or two from Lysa.

He placed Grogu at his feet, before standing up straight once more.

"I'm sorry," Din uttered, his voice sounding utterly exhausted. "We tried everywhere, but every lead just took us down a dead end."

Despite the helmet that covered Din's face, from this proximity, Lysa could see just how tired and defeated he looked. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed.

"It's ok-" Lysa said with a shake of her head, reaching out now to touch Din's beskar-covered face reassuringly.

"No, it's not," said Din, cutting across her. His words sounding clipped, filled with anger and frustration. He caught a hold of her forearm gently, stopping her hand in its tracks, before it could reach his helmet. Almost as though he felt he was not deserving of such affection. "I should have been able to track him down. I'm a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter. It's what I do."

Din sounded utterly demoralised. Obviously having taken his inability to find Crix, as a personal failing.

"Din-" Lysa tried, with a shake of her head, wanting him to know now that none of this was on him.

But Din gave a shake of his head.

"I should have been able to find him," he said in a heated voice. He sounded exhausted. And Lysa very much doubted he had stopped to get any rest since he had left here.

"Din, none of this is on you," she said, brushing his hand aside and lifting hers to his helmet, where it came to rest. She wanted him now to look into her eyes, as her own desperately tried to search his. "Crix isn't stupid. He probably hopped on the next ship to Coruscant before you even got there."

She tilted her head to the side, desperately trying to get him to see that there was nothing more he could have done.

"But he's still out there, after everything he did to you. I should have been able to find him," said Din in a loud voice filled with an anger Lysa had never heard from him before.

Even Grogu who was stood at their feet, looked up at his father, with a look of apprehension on his face.

But Lysa took a step into Din now, frowning gently as she gazed up at him, her hand cupping the side of his cool helmet.

"I don't care about Crix anymore, Din," she said with a shake of her head. "All I care about now, is that you and Grogu are safe."

At her words, Din was still for a very long moment. Before suddenly he let out a long exhausted-sounding sigh.

And with that, he mirrored Lysa, lifting his own gloved hand to her smooth cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said with another weary shake of his head. "I'm just….tired."

Lysa offered him a kindly smile, dropping her hand from his helmet, letting it slide down to his armoured chest.

"You should get some rest," she said in a quiet voice. "I can take care of Grogu today."

She looked down at the small child at their feet, her warm smile widening as he stared back at her.

"Are you sure?" said Din, letting out an appreciative huff, as his thumb grazed over Lysa's cheek.

She gave a nod.

"I can show Grogu how to make his first ever sweet bread," she said affectionately. "Would you like that?"

At her words Grogu gave a happy chirp, accusing Lysa's smile to widen into a half-laugh.

She looked to Din once more, as he stared back at her wordlessly for a few long moments.

Lysa flushed, as she pulled away from him, causing Din's hand to fall from her cheek.

Watching as he gave a nod and headed inside, out of the morning sunlight and into the cool of the cabin.

Din slumped down onto the edge of his sleeper, before bending slightly to tug his boots off one by one.

He was utterly spent now, both physically and mentally.

Despite Lysa reassuring him that there was no issue with him not tracking Crix down. Din still felt like he had failed, not only at the job he had worked so hard over the years to perfect in its entirety. But Din also felt like he had failed Lysa.

He wanted justice for what Crix had done to her. What kind of a bounty hunter and a man was Din, if he did not give her that?

But outside on the porch, staring into her beautiful eyes, filled with such kindness, Din felt all that tension and anger at his failings, just wash away.

All he had thought about for the days he had been on Corulag, going to the lowest and most foul places the small planet had to offer, had been her. She had been the only thing to keep him going.

Last night, fully out of leads and filled with utter exhaustion, Din had known that his only choice had been to return home empty handed.

And it surprised Din now, that he had taken this news worse than Lysa had. All she seemed to care about was the wellbeing of him and Grogu.

Din didn't bother to take off his armour plating. But having made sure the door was locked, he lifted a hand, removing his helmet, tossing it down onto the mattress beside him.

Running a hand over his exhausted face, he couldn't help now, but glance towards the door, where he knew that Lysa was stood on the other side, likely cooking with Grogu.

Dank Farrik.

Din gave a harsh swallow.

He wished now that he could go out there, helmetless, and look into her eyes, revealing himself to her fully.

But what would a beautiful woman like her ever see in him? Din liked to ensure his facial hair was always trimmed, and the hair upon his head was as neat as he could manage. But would Lysa ever get to look upon that face? It would go against everything he stood for, to reveal himself to her in that way. And yet with every day that passed he could see that, by him keeping himself so hidden from view, she was slipping through his fingers. Likely soon to give up on him altogether, when he gave her nothing in return, time and time again.

She was so beautiful in her entirety. Both on the outside and the inside.

Din knew that a woman like her deserved someone who would give her the world ten times over.

But Din knew that he would not only give her the world, but the entire galaxy now if she asked for it. And there was now only one thing that was keeping them apart. One thing holding Din back.

Glancing to his helmet and letting out a huff of utter frustration, Din settled himself back across the mattress. Closing his eyes as soon as his head hit the flat pillow behind him.

The scent of Lysa seemed to cling to the sheets below him now, like warmed sugar, heady and mouth-watering.

And as Din slipped into a well-needed sleep, he found his dreams were filled with the thought of her, here with him…where she was supposed to be.

Thanks to MsRosePetal and GraysonGirl13 for reviewing the last chapter.

I hope this one was ok. It's a bit of a filler chapter but I don't want to rush their story. It's not an easy thing writing a believable romance for Din, as his helmet really would be an issue for him. So I hope I'm doing it justice.

Please leave a review if anyone is still reading and interested in more. I'd really appreciate it!