Din’s blank visored stare looked into the floating carrier at the foundling that so much trouble was caused over. The little being reached small hands out to him, to which he blinked under his helmet for a moment before closing the carrier.

The Mandalorian sighed and began walking back to his ship, the floating cradle following close behind him. Din wondered what he would even do now. His life had no room for a child, but apparently he would have to adapt due to his own rash decision of going against his assignment and keeping the foundling.

Eventually he made it to his ship, opening the doors and heading in. He sat in the pilot seat as they were now settled, turning and facing the cradle. Din clicked the button to open it and looked back in at the child.