Hi folks! For those who enjoy the CaraMed storyline, you'll be happy to hear this chapter will feature a lot more of them. But don't worry, BoDin lovers, there is a lot coming up for Bo and Din in the next chapters.

-Moki

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Episode 5

Title: "A Little Help"

Chapter 2

Genre: BoDin, CaraMed, slow burn romance, humor, angst, fluff, father/son, family vibes

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Mandalore's hangar bay was busy with activity when Cara Dune landed her ship and shut down the engines. Apparently, Bo hadn't exaggerated when she told Cara she would always be welcome on the Mandalorian homeworld. Foregoing the usual protocols, Cara was given immediate permission to land once she produced her chain code. The control crew then offered a warm welcome over the comlink, telling her not to hesitate to ask for anything she needed during her stay, compliments of Lady Kryze.

Cara stepped off the ramp, looking around for a clue as to which direction to take. It was then that the Special Forces soldier remembered she'd never actually been to Din's quarters on Mandalore. She only knew her friend had been offered the position as their official bounty hunter (or "beroya" as they called it in their language), which came with his own berthing he could use whenever he was on his home planet.

She started walking toward the entrance to the caves where she knew most of the lodging was, wondering if she should ask someone to show her the beroya's quarters. She'd thought about messaging Din first but had been so close to the Mandalorian system that she had decided to just stop by.

At that precise moment, Med was walking past the hangar bay heading to the location of the future medical center to check on the progress of the construction. The new facilities were being built near the current medbay, which had also been placed close to the landing fields. The location enabled the easy transfer of wounded, should any arrive from off-world or need to be transferred to another facility after a mission.

The medic's mind was muddled, still on his medical license test. He'd taken it a few weeks earlier and was anxious to hear back on the results, which could happen any day. While he had decades of experience in the field and had studied every book he'd been told to before taking his exams, he still wasn't sure if he passed.

Med kept wondering what would happen if he failed. Would their Mand'alor be forced to reach out for another doctor, so they'd have an actual hospital and be able to register Mandalore's system as a safe haven for any in need of medical care? What if they couldn't find anyone else? His planet, their entire system in fact, could suffer because of his ineptitude.

Suddenly Med's depressed thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He'd caught sight of something but was sure his eyes must be deceiving him.

Is that…?

The distinctive armor, the dark hair in a braid on one side, the tattoo on the right bicep…

"Cara?"

Hearing a familiar modulated voice, Cara turned with a grin to find Din's brother walking up to her out of the crowd of Mandalorians.

"Hey Med. I was wondering if I'd see you on this trip."

The medic was momentarily confused by the dropper's appearance. He didn't think he'd see Cara again unless Din asked her to come for another mission. Had his brother invited her for a visit and not let him know?

"Are you here to see Din? Because he's… uh… not here."

"Oh."

Hearing the disappointment in Cara's reply, Med felt the momentary spike in his mood deflate again. He'd hoped to have a little distraction from his worries about his test. And a visit from a new friend sounded like the perfect thing to take his mind off of everything that was plaguing him.

"Din got his first mission as Mandalore's beroya," Med explained. "He and Grogu left from Nevarro yesterday and will probably be gone at least a few days."

"Well, that's good. I know he was happy when Bo asked him to be Mandalore's official bounty hunter."

"He was," Med agreed. "So…I guess you'll want to come back when he's here? I can give him a message for you when he returns to Mandalore."

"No…. I mean I'll stick around. The truth is I need a little help with my ship. I'm pretty good at simple repairs, but Din is so much better I usually bug him if I'm anywhere in the vicinity. Since he's not here maybe I can get one of the Mandalorian techs to look at it and trade for their services. I know you guys can use all the trading you can get."

"True," Med admitted, then looked around at the bustling hangar bay. "Although…"

"What?" Cara detected something in his tone that told her he had bad news to deliver.

"I'm not sure we'll find anyone who's available right now. Lady Kryze just asked the techs to do a once-over of the entire fleet, since all the teams are home and not away on missions. We've been sending out crews to pick up and rescue Mandalorians scattered across the galaxy, so the ships have been getting a lot of wear and tear."

"Kriff, that's bad luck. Do you know when they'll be done? I would risk flying to another port but I'm not sure I should."

Med didn't like the idea of Cara taking a chance on a ship she didn't trust. He had a feeling she'd flown on sketchy ships before, much as he was sure Din had done the same. If the former shock trooper was nervous about the ship, Med didn't want her on it, either.

"No, don't do that. I wouldn't want you to take the risk." Med bit his lip under his helmet, scrunching his face as he struggled with an idea. Finally, he decided to take the leap. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

"I can help," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"You can? I didn't realize you knew mechanics."

"I may not be the level of ship master my brother is, but I know my away around a hyperdrive. It's not really all that different from doing surgery," Med said, hoping fervently he was right. The truth was he only had a basic understanding of ships, nowhere near what Din had and probably a bit less than Cara herself. But he was determined to try.

"Thanks, that would be very helpful. And of course, I'll be happy to offer up a trade for your services."

Med held up his hands in protest. "No need. I already owe you one."

"For what?"

"For assisting me with studying for my medical license. All that quizzing you gave me on the way back from the rescue mission really helped a lot."

"Oh. I'm glad to hear it."

They started walking back together. With the entire fleet in the bay, Cara had gotten a spot at the farthest end of the hangar, and it would take them a few minutes to get back to her ship.

"So, have you heard anything yet?" Cara asked as they walked.

"What?" Med was still wondering if he'd done the right thing, and her question pulled him from his thoughts.

"Your test. Didn't you take it recently? When we were on the mission you said you were taking it fairly soon and then you'd have to wait a few weeks to find out, and that was a few weeks ago so…"

She remembered? Med wasn't sure why, but the thought that she had remembered the timeline of when he would take his test, and have the results, made him happy.

As for Cara, she had to admit that was part of the reason she had come to Mandalore. Yes, her ship really did need a repair, but once she discovered that her path would bring her into the Mandalorian system, she realized she also really wanted to check in on Med and see how his test went.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, she reminded herself. After all, it was just one friend checking on another. She'd do the same thing for Din if he was in a similar situation. In fact, it was kind of why she was doing this for Med. She'd missed some important moments for Din, between her being new on the job in Special Forces and not having a lot of R&R available, and Din being busy trying to get Mandalore back. She was determined to make up for lost time and she figured checking in on his brother would be part of that.

"Yes, I took it a couple of weeks ago on Plazir-15. I should hear back any day now," Med answered.

"Plazir, that's where Bo and Din battled the droids infected by nano-droids, right?"

"That's the place. The Duchess and her husband have been very helpful with getting Mandalore included in various trade routes. They were the first to accept us as a sovereign system, which went a long way towards us being recognized by leaders in other systems."

"And now they're helping Mandalore get its first licensed doctor."

Med nodded as they arrived at Cara's ship and she turned to the Mandalorian, hands on her hips.

"All right, Rosca, you ready to fix her?"

"Uh…sure."

As he walked up the ramp, Cara followed behind with her eyebrows raised.

Why did it sound like the medic had just gulped nervously under his helmet?

An hour later, Cara had her answer.

"So, when were you going to tell me that you have no idea what you're doing when it comes to hyperdrives?"

Cara was standing with her arms crossed, watching as Med stared into the guts of said hyperdrive with his gloved hands on his hips. He'd been like that for at least two solid minutes, and she finally couldn't take it any longer.

"What… uh….makes you say that?" The Mandalorian coughed.

"Oh nothing, just the way you've been looking at that engine as if you're hoping it will start talking to you and tell you what hurts."

Med chuckled, then sighed. "That obvious, huh?"

"I may not be able to see your face but don't forget I've spent years around that brother of yours. I've gotten pretty good at reading through a helmet and armor."

"Fair enough. Well, then I'll admit I may not know as much about ship repair as I might have let on originally."

"No. Really?"

Med barked a laugh at the sarcasm dripping from her words.

"But I still think I can help."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"First of all, I wasn't lying when I said that I do have a basic understanding of engines and hyperdrives. We're all taught that as foundlings when we start our pilot training. Even if we never leave the planet, we know how to fly and do some maintenance on ships."

Cara frowned thoughtfully. "I never thought of that. I just assumed Din picked up everything he knew by watching techs over the years and then trying out his own repairs."

"Oh, he did. But he started out with the same general knowledge that I have. Djar was just able to add to that knowledge with many years of experience."

"Okay, I'll bite. If you don't have that same level of experience, then what's your plan?"

"I'll start by saying that you weren't too far off when you speculated that I've been looking at your ship like I wished it would tell me what hurts."

"Look, I know that onboard computing has come a long way, and we can ask the computer for some diagnostics. But that's not going to tell us everything that's wrong or give us the exact method of fixing it."

"No, you're right, it won't. But I didn't mean the onboard computer. You see, many times when I deal with patients, they can't always tell me what's wrong. Even if they're conscious and able to give me their symptoms, they don't know what those symptoms mean. I still have to deduce from what they say, what my instruments tell me, and what I can see with my own eyes, to determine what's wrong."

Cara still looked confused and Med continued to explain.

"I'm doing the same thing with your ship. I'm going to gather all the information and then try and deduce what the problem is. Pinpoint where she 'hurts' and see if I can fix it."

Cara nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. All right, doctor, where do we start?"

Another hour later, Med and Cara were elbows deep inside the hyperdrive. Med followed his instincts, read the diagnostics, and listened to the noises in the engines. From those pieces of data, he determined that the problem was likely coming from a specific area of the drive's main manifold.

The medic stooped under the belly of the ship to look at some hoses he feared could be leaking. Forgetting where he was for a moment, the Mandalorian tried to jump up and walk back to where Cara was working. The attempt caused him to hit his helmet squarely on the fuselage, hard enough to make his ears ring.

Med groaned, shaking his head lightly and rubbing his neck as he walked out from under the ship.

"Ouchie," he mumbled softly to himself.

Cara snorted from where she was inspecting another set of hoses, turning back to look at her companion. "Did you just say… 'ouchie'?"

"What? No. Don't be ridiculous."

"Hmmm… I'm pretty sure I just heard the big, strong Mandalorian medic say 'ouchie'."

Med sighed. "Okay yeah, I did. It's sort of become a habit now."

"How did that become a habit?"

"With so many people, families, returning to Mandalore, I'm treating more kids than I ever did before. More than even all the foundlings in our Covert."

"I don't get it."

"It's good to talk to children with language that makes them feel comfortable. Not talk down to them, but just take it down a few notches from grownup talk. Hence, ouchie. Kids find it easier when I say I'm going to help them with an ouchie, rather than I'm going to treat an injury."

"Oh." Cara had gone silent, her eyes soft with a small smile on her lips.

"What?" Med asked, unable to interpret the look she was giving him. It was a new one he hadn't seen from the former shock trooper yet.

She sighed. "Well, kriff, you've made it almost impossible for me to make fun of you for the ouchie thing. Now that I know you say it because you're helping kids."

Med smiled to himself under his helmet. "Oh yeah? Impossible, you say?"

"I said almost impossible. I'm sure I could still figure out other ways to make fun of you."

Med chuckled and went back to work. He looked up a couple minutes later, having a sudden thought about something she'd said.

"Wait, you said 'the big, strong Mandalorian'. Does that mean you think I'm big and strong?"

Med was a fully trained Mandalorian and could easily carry his own in a fight. But Din was physically bigger than him, and even though Med was more of a healer than fighter, he still occasionally suffered from the classic "little brother" syndrome. So, to be called big and strong by someone who was also friends with his brother meant something to him.

Cara got flustered for some reason when Med reminded her of the words she had used.

"No… I… I mean, yeah, you're a Mando. Being big and strong is part of the profile."

"Not necessarily. While all could be called strong, not all are big. Take our leader, for instance. Bo is indeed a fierce warrior, but no one would exactly call her "big". So, you can't put that moniker on all Mandalorians."

"Did you seriously just say 'moniker'?"

"What? It's a word."

"I know it's a word."

"It means…"

"I know what it means. I just can't believe that word came out of a…."

"Big, strong Mandalorian?"

"Shut up, Rosca." She was frowning, but there was a glint of humor in her eyes that made him grin under his helmet.

"I will. Just as soon as you admit that you think I'm big and strong."

Cara sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine. You're a big, strong, powerful Mandalorian warrior. Happy now?"

"Very."

Med went back to work while his helmet continued to hide the smug smile on his face.

Another minute went by before Med cleared his throat.

"So… you think I'm powerful?"

The medic laughed when he felt Cara sock him in the arm below his pauldron.

"Ouchie." He made a big show of rubbing the area as if it pained him.

"Shut it, Rosca. You're just lucky I didn't throw the large spanner at you."

Med chuckled and they both went back to work, each hiding their smiles as they continued to make repairs to the hyperdrive. After a while, Med suggested they head to the main kitchen area for the midday meal.

"If you want to go to your quarters to eat, I'll go back to the ship and you can just meet me there," Cara remarked as they walked to the eating area.

"No need for that. I guess Djar hasn't told you about the latest updates here on Mandalore."

"What updates?"

"You'll see," Med motioned her to keep following him. Shrugging, Cara did just that. Once they got their meals, she continued to trail behind as he led her to an area off to the side. Med stayed silent and while Cara was dying to know what he was going to show her, she was determined not to give in to curiosity and ask him. Med smirked under his helmet, knowing full well the mystery he'd put the soldier in, and rather enjoying it. He found himself impressed when she didn't give in and ask before they reached their destination.

"Here we are," Med finally announced, indicating the new row of booths. They had arrived at the end of the midday meal, which meant that most of the privacy enclaves were empty.

"Are these for eating?" Cara asked as she inspected the curtained partitions, each with a small table and bench inside.

"Yep. I'll take this one and you can take that one. You don't have to close your curtain of course, but this way we can talk while we eat."

"This is brilliant," Cara stepped inside and sat down on the bench in her booth. Med went into the adjacent one and closed the curtain. A few moments later she heard the familiar hiss of a helmet disengaging. Before Cara had a chance to fully register that she was about to hear Med's unmodulated voice for the first time, he was already speaking.

"So, tell me a story about one of your more interesting missions. I feel like all I've done recently is either study for my medical exam or worry about the results. I'd appreciate it if you'd help me think about something else."

Cara only allowed herself a second or two to enjoy the sound of Med's voice, before diving into a story about a recent mission that had a few interesting moments. As they talked, Cara continued to take note of Med's voice. Without the helmet, it was richer and deeper than what came through the modulator. It wasn't that his voice was overly deep, but it did have a melodious quality that the helmet simply could not do justice.

"Cara?"

Cara had been so busy pondering Med's voice that she forgot to actually listen to what he was saying.

"Sorry… uh, what was that again?"

"I was just asking how long you were off duty. Do you need to get back to your unit soon?"

"No, I'm off for a few days. Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering what would happen if we didn't get your ship repaired today."

"Oh. I haven't thought about that."

"You know you're welcome to stay here, of course. Bo has put together guest lodging for visitors."

"That's good to know, but I'd probably just stay on my ship. It's not much, but I've got a bunk and small fresher. It's all I need when I'm traveling. But I guess we'll see if it comes to that. I'm done with my lunch, by the way. Want to get back to work? That is, if you're done, too."

She heard a quick scrape of a plate, then a muffled reply like he had just swallowed a last bite. "Yep, I'm ready. Let's go."

After the click and hiss of a helmet engaging, there was a flutter of movement and the curtain on Med's partition opened. He politely took Cara's plate and cup, bringing it to a table nearby that was obviously meant for used dishware which would be handled by the kitchen staff.

They went back to work, continuing late into the day. The sun was well past having set when they both straightened up from their separate positions under the ship. It was as if both their backs had decided to ache and remind them that enough was enough at the same time.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm about done in," Cara said, stretching with a small groan as her body protested the extra movement after several hours of being bent over.

Med put down the tool he'd been using and shook out his hands before stretching his own back.

"No, I'm done, too."

Cara noted the time on a nearby chrono.

"Wow, I didn't realize how late it was. I'm guessing we missed last meal."

"Technically yes, but I have access to the kitchens. They usually leave some extras around for those on night watches or coming back from off-world missions at all hours."

"And for medics who might have patients at all hours?" Cara guessed.

Med shrugged with a chuckle. "That, too."

They shared a quick meal, utilizing the privacy enclaves again. Then Med walked Cara back to her ship and bid her goodnight, staying nearby until he saw her ramp go up. Not that he felt she was unsafe here on his homeworld, it just felt like the right thing to do.

Because she was already inside her ship, Cara never noticed that Med didn't walk in the direction of the berthing units below ground. Instead, he turned and went in the opposite direction, heading to the medbay. It may be late, but he still had patients to check.

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Not long after Med found a wandering Cara Dune in Mandalore's hangar bay looking for help, Din put in a call to another friend, looking for some help of his own. The Mandalorian was flying back home to Nevarro, his son snoring lightly in his lap, when he opened a comlink to his Mand'alor. He had an update about his first job as beroya, as well as a request.

"You can tell Grafan I found his sister," Din announced when Bo answered. "I'm forwarding her holo recording so you can send it to him. Looks like she wants to come home."

"That's great news, Din. I'm sure they will be very happy. I have to admit, I thought you might come back here to deliver the message in person. Not that you had to, of course. I just figured…"

"I wanted to do that, to give Grafan and Xeth the message myself. But as soon as I found her and we were ready to lift off, Teva contacted me about another mission."

"Are you going straight there?" Bo hated that he might be overworking himself, though it wasn't like she was one to talk. She had a feeling Din would be just as worried about her recent schedule if he knew the truth of things. But no one ever said running an entire planet, especially one that had been nearly destroyed, would be easy. She kept promising herself that she would ease up soon, so there was no need to make any of her friends worry.

"No, we're headed to the cabin first," Din's soft reply tugged her out of her thoughts. "We'll have a few days before we have to go. Teva is still gathering intel and needed me on standby, but I wanted to get some things done at the cabin before we leave again."

"I'm glad you're not going straight back out, though it's still a lot."

"It's all right, I like to keep busy."

"Well, that's comforting. I know that Grafan and Xeth appreciate what you did. And of course, your Mand'alor thanks you for your help." Her head bowed on the holo image.

"Anytime. And I… uh.. have something I may need a little help with, if possible."

"I'll always assist you any way I can, you know that, but you…um…didn't want to call Cara?" The words were out of Bo's mouth before she realized it, and she wasn't even fully sure where they came from. She thought she was over whatever strangeness she'd felt during the rescue mission, but apparently not.

"No, why?" Din was puzzled by her suggestion.

"No reason. I just thought…. Never mind. Of course I'd be happy to help."

She noticed Din didn't seem embarrassed over asking her for help. He seemed to be feeling more confident as their friendship grew, which made her happy. She wanted him to always ask her for whatever he needed and not feel backed off because of her position. After all, she hadn't been their leader when they met, or when she stayed with the Children of the Watch, nor when he had come to Kalevala asking to join her and she subsequently rescued him, and they'd started working together.

She and Din had become friends before she became the Mand'alor. And while it might be appropriate for him to use her title around other people sometimes, she didn't want that sort of treatment from him all the time. So, it made her happy to see him continuing to relax around her.

"Great. Any chance you'll be coming back to Nevarro soon?"

"As a matter of fact, I have another meeting with Chief Magistrate Karga tomorrow. I wasn't sure if you'd be done with your mission by then, so I hadn't mentioned it yet."

"Perfect. There's a project I need help with, something for Grogu's training."

"I'd be honored to assist with training your apprentice. What do you need?"

"I want to start working on something specific and I need you to spar with me."

"Of course, but I would've thought he's seen you spar, not to mention actually fight, many people."

"He has, but I'm working on incorporating his powers."

"You mean his healing powers?"

"More like what he does when he's helping me fight, such as tossing enemy weapons and knocking down opponents. I want him to do that to me, just in short bursts, of course."

She nodded. "I know you only want him using the heavy stuff for emergencies."

"Exactly. Healing and handling larger or more difficult tasks really wears him out and I'm not comfortable doing that unless absolutely necessary. I still don't like it when he does something that makes him pass out."

"I understand. Seeing your child lose consciousness can't be a comfortable thing to witness."

"It's not. Not as many times as I've seen it, or even the first time I saw it. I know he's just sleeping when it happens, but still. I swear I must have checked on him dozens of times after he saved my life from the mudhorn."

She noticed the helmeted gaze of the father lowered, no doubt regarding the child sleeping in his lap.

"I understand," she said softly.

Din looked up. "He does just fine throwing aside a weapon or even shoving an opponent. But I want to try and combine my combat training with his powers so he's utilizing them in the best way."

"Ah, I get it. Maximum results from minimum effort. As we were trained when we were younger, to fight opponents who are larger."

"Right. But there's just one problem."

"What's that?"

"He refuses to use his powers against me. Healing he has no issue with but tossing me or even knocking away a weapon I'm holding, he won't do. I need to get a feel for how much power he has, in order to know how to direct him in how to use it."

"Hmmm… that is a conundrum. Why do you think doesn't he want to do it?"

"He's afraid to hurt me."

"Understandable. Though again I am a little confused, seeing how he's watched you spar before. I know he's watched you get taken down by multiple opponents and seen that you're okay."

"I know, I think it's something deeper than that."

"Deeper?"

"I learned a bit about the Jedi after I sent him off with Skywalker. I wanted to understand better who they were, and what Grogu was capable of."

She nodded. "I would've done the same thing. What did you find out?" Bo already knew a fair bit about the Jedi but was curious about what Din had discovered.

"I know that there's a Dark Side to their powers. Something they're all taught to stay away from, something that they're told can tempt them if they let heavy emotions get the better of them."

"Yes, I've heard that, too." Bo answered carefully.

"I think he's afraid he might be letting that side in a little bit when he fights enemies, so he's frightened to use those powers on me. That if those emotions take control of him, he'll inadvertently hurt me."

"That's a very likely reason," she agreed.

"I think so, too. Though it's hard to find out for sure. I can't exactly have an existential discussion about good and evil with a young child, even one as gifted as him."

"So, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I need to show him, rather than talk to him about it."

Bo only nodded. It made sense that Din would do that. He was more of a doer than a talker.

"I think if he saw us spar," Din continued, "with the intention of showing him how no one gets hurt, it might help. I also think he's not accustomed to using his powers for that sort of thing unless he's been upset or angry. Healing as I said, is different. But even when he's helped me on missions, or against the Praetorian Guards, there was always an element of fear or anger."

"Dark emotions."

"Yes. He may think he can only do those things by tapping into that darker side. I want to show him that's not true. Or that, even if you do tap into anger, it doesn't have to consume you."

"That's a great idea, Din. A true warrior doesn't only use fear or anger to stage a successful attack. I've seen you fight and you're one of the calmest warriors I've observed."

"Well, when you've been in as many fights as I have…" he shrugged.

"This all sounds like a great plan. What did you need me to do exactly?"

"I want him to see me fight a… and please pardon me for this term… smaller opponent."

"Don't apologize," she waved a hand. "I am physically smaller than you. There's no need to skirt around something that's a simple fact."

"Yes, but you're also highly trained and able to take me down in combat. That's also a simple fact."

Bo felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Din didn't pass out compliments easily. Not that he was harsh or cold, especially with his friends, but it just wasn't something he said to many people except for his son.

"Why thank you, beroya." Again, Bo was sorely tempted at that moment to call him Lord Djarin but she held her tongue.

Din chuckled. "Just stating a fact, my lady. I think that if we do some basic maneuvers and show Grogu how we can keep calm and not tap into anger or fear in battle, especially in training, he'll feel more comfortable."

"I agree."

"I want you to basically do what I'm going to ask him to do to me."

"Such as?"

"Nothing too complicated. Get weapons away from me, things like that. Oh, and I'll need you to toss me."

"Toss you?" Bo felt a smile ghost across her lips and another flush rise up her neck at that idea for some reason.

Din dipped his head sideways and she heard the tease in his voice when he answered. "That is, unless you don't think you can toss me."

Bo chuckled. "Challenge accepted, beroya. Bigger than me or not, Din Djarin, I know can toss you."

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I must give a huge thank you to She-Elf23. I was having some trouble figuring out where I wanted Cara and Med to be in this story and she offered some wonderful insight and ideas that helped me out a lot. So you have her to thank for many of what happens between Cara and Med in this chapter.

I always knew what I wanted to do with Bo and Din's romance in this episode, since I started writing this series with just them at first. But now I've been working on exactly how I want Cara and Med's slow burn to progress as well. It's been tons of fun to add in a lot more with Din's brother and best friend.

Next chapter coming soon!
-Moki