Djarin wakes up to the sound of you cursing.

He has not heard you swear before; curiosity washes over him, and he reluctantly gets out of bed. He sluggishly grabs his helmet and puts it on, forcing the sleep in him to dissipate as he exits his cot.

Truthfully, Djarin is surprised to see you on the floor. He is even more surprised to find you working on a tangle of wires that he had not noticed previously during the day because since when did you know the mechanics of a ship as old as the Razor Crest? He wonders what else you have been keeping from him during your time together but tries not to dwell on it.

"You're awake?" Djarin frowns beneath his helmet. Grogu, still asleep, shifts in his spot on your lap. "I... didn't know you knew how to fix ships, burc'ya."