“Up you go.” The Mandolorians tone left little room for argument, his gloved hand outstretched and awaiting yours.

His ship had broke down once more, leaving the two of you to travel on foot. Yet perhaps what was easy for him wasn’t that easy for you, this was your third time slipping on the frost covered ground.

He pulled you to your feet as your hand grasped his, you could almost feel his eyes under his mask scanning your exhaustion.

“There’s a village further ahead.” Stated he.