Fennec had never seen what lay beyond the Mandalorian helmet you donned. When she inquired, you disclosed that it had something to do with a creed—a sort of oath that you took that forbade you from ever removing your helmet in front of others. Which was...fine; Fennec wasn't bothered. So long as you had the credentials to work alongside her.

And you sure as hell were. Fennec would be lying if she said she wasn't struck by the ability and diligence that you demonstrated continually. Stars, Fennec could put you on par with her skill set, if not somewhat higher—but her ego wouldn't permit it.

Talking at late hours became a habit. Sleeping didn't come easy for either of you, as Fennec would jest and joke to you if you wore the armour while sleeping too But she appreciated the conversations; she learned something about you, you learned something about her. In her eyes, it was an equitable agreement. That's precisely the way she liked it.

However, one night, you fell asleep. Your helmet had been resting gently against Fennec's forehead as you dozed off. She couldn't bring herself to nudge you awake or away from her. So she allowed you rest—but was perplexed when you awoke with stammering apologies, stumbling over your words due to embarrassment and exhaustion.

This only left her more confused.

"What are you talking about? I don't mind that you fell asleep on me."

But what the Kriff was a Keldabe kiss?