Calamity || The Mandalorian

forty-two

As she slowly filled her pack with the few belongings she had acquired during her time aboard the Razor Crest, Kasia found herself unable to swallow the lump in her throat. It didn't seem real, the idea that she was going to leave—that she was going to have a new home. Because that was what the Crest was to her—no matter how old or beaten up it was, it had become a home to her, this ship and these people.

After her and Din's discussion, Din had made quick work of finding a nearby spaceport, touching the Razor Crest down with ease and refueling as Yrel made his way into the port in search of a transport. All the while, Kas had made the most of her time playing with the child, trying to convince herself that it wasn't the last time she would do so.

A short while later, Yrel had arrived back at the Crest with the news that he had found a transport which would take them as far as Mimas, a moon which was only a short distance away from Kimiji, and which departed in approximately two hours—leaving Kasia with limited time to pack.

Despite all her time aboard the vessel, Kasia had only a few worldly possessions to show for it, namely the clothing Omera had gifted her back on Sorgan. Her breath caught as she stumbled across the leather jacket the woman had given her and without a second thought, Kasia quickly put it on, smiling at the snug fit.

Still, as she put her hand through the armhole, Kasia's arm gave a sudden burst of pain where one of Xi'an's knives had slashed a deep cut. Wincing, Kas glanced down at the wound, her heart tightening as she beheld the expertly wrapped bandage.

As if on autopilot, Kasia's mind flashed back to the moment the wound had been wrapped, shortly after she had decided to join Yrel and journey to Kimiji to meet her kind.

Kasia hissed and jumped to her feet, cursing loudly as she became aware of the trickle of blood which had begun to slowly drip from the forgotten wound at her arm.

"What's wrong?" Din asked quickly, glancing over his shoulder to see what was the matter while Kasia continued to curse in a loud and rather creative manner. When he noticed her clutching her arm, a sheepish smile on her lips, he sighed. Without a word, he turned back to the front of the ship, turning it to autopilot; the course to the nearest spaceport was already plotted so he could afford to leave the helm for a few minutes.

Kasia frowned as Din rose to his feet, eyes widening when he made his way towards the door. You coming? she heard him ask silently a moment later.

A small smile soon replaced the frown on her lips as Kas slowly followed after the Mandalorian, eyes now filled with understanding as he slowly made his way to where he stashed the rarely used medical kit.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I fucking hate your girlfriend," Kas told Din with a groan as she sat on a nearby crate, still cradling her hurt arm as she pouted.

Ex-girlfriend, Din corrected her silently as he made his way back over toward her, now holding a rag, a bucket of water, and medical supplies.

Kasia gestured meaninglessly with her left hand. "Semantics," she replied with a weak grin, her brain somehow now feeling the pain in her arm as she became aware of the injury.

Din gave no smartass reply for a moment, before slowly opening one of the boxes of medical supplies and holding out a hand to her. "Here, take these," he instructed her quietly, sheepish embarrassment emanating from the Mandalorian in waves.

For a moment, Kasia frowned down at the pills in her hand in incomprehension. Then, her eyes cleared as she understood what she was peering down at. It was pain medicine, though Kasia knew they had already run out of the medicine which Omera had gifted Kasia before she left Sorgan. Kasia didn't know where Din had gotten the medicine, but her eyes burned slightly at the idea that perhaps he had gotten it solely for her.