If you had told Din months prior to this moment that he'd be getting this agitated over another person, he'd laugh.

Scratch that, he probably wouldn't have laughed. Something more akin to a judgmental, deadpan stare.

And yet, here he is, holding you close to his chestplate like you're the most precious fucking thing in the galaxy to him.

Fuck he's pissed. Pissed at himself for leaving you on the Razor Crest alone, with no means to protect yourself— and pissed at the person who dared to lay so much as a finger on you... let alone injure you.

"You're trembling," he notes, his voice coming out softer than you've ever heard it before.