Cara Dune was unlike anyone Din had ever met.

Truly alert, callous, and unbelievably devoted. Devoted to her beliefs and to defend those who cannot defend themselves. That was what pushed her to join the Rebellion. She saw the injustices performed by the Empire and the Imps, who killed and tortured innocent, defenseless, people. It made anger flowed through her veins and pushed her to be the fighter she is.

So, when Din walked in on Cara and the little one sleeping together, he stopped and snorted. The seasoned warrior was propped up against the metal grate, her head resting on the heavy metal- he wonders how she can be remotely comfortable. Tucked under a burlap blanket, head on her thigh, was the little one. His long ears are carefully folded and drooped to strategically shield his eyes from the light. Din carefully walks towards them and kneels down to further observe the sleeping duo. Cara twitches and her eyes fly open, out of reflex her fist flies up. Din flitches before catching her hand before she has the chance to potentially dent his helmet. Cara snorts before her eyes drift down to the sleeping creature on her leg. She hated to admit it, but he's grown on her.

Din still holds her hand in his. He tits his head and inadvertently runs his gloved thumb over her knuckle, but quickly releases her hand and stands once again. Before the little one, it was not like Din or Cara to show any emotion other than anger, they were both too battle-hardened and too violent to feel comfortable doing so. However, after the little one came into their lives, he brought happiness and light with him. He gave them something to fight for- something good to try and protect. In Din's ship, a place was now formed which allowed them to feel safe showing emotions other than anger and rage.

Cara sighs and shuts her eyes again. She is thankful for this moment of rest in their now hectic and intertwined lives. She runs her hands over the little one's long ears before speaking. "You know, you can come to sit down with us for a while. We can rest here until someone starts shooting at us again." She finishes her sentence before opening her eyes and looking at the Mandalorian, his armor gleaming in the dim light of the underbelly of the ship.

Din is looking at his weapons showcase, deciding which one he should clean- he takes great pride in proper maintenance of his possessions. But at Cara's words, he silently shrugged and quietly tiptoed over to his companions. He settles into a spot beside Cara, careful to not touch her but she snorts and nods, indicating for him to move over and sit closer. He turns and tilts his head, questioning her actions.

"For body heat," she murmurs as she rubs the little one's ear as his squeaky snores fill the air.

"But I have armor." He rebuttals as he eases his legs up. He has to admit, all the years of fighting as left his body sore and tense.

"Shut up, idiot. Just move over." She grumbles and he obediently obliges. He slides over so his body is resting against hers, but carefully avoids disturbing the little one. He can feel her warmth seep through his armor and clothes. Her breathing is slow and steady, unlike his. He does not exactly know why but as he moved closer his breathing becomes quick and jagged. He does his best to ensure she does not hear him but to no avail.

She snorts and her head rolls to the side, mere centimeters away from his helmet. "What's wrong with you? Nervous?" she chuckles and Din sighs heavily in response but says nothing. She's become accustomed to that. He admits he's tired, the constant danger and threats to the little one have been exhausting. His eyes shut behind his helmet, but before he falls asleep, he feels Cara nudge him. He cracks open one eye, just as she leans forward and presses her face against his mask. The action is surprising but he certainly does not move away. Cara smiles with the touch, her brown eyes eventually opening so she can stare at his visor.

"The closest thing you'll get to a kiss, huh?"