The ship’s heater breaking wasn’t uncommon. Being unable to fix it was. The lack of crew members on Ashad’i‘s old Lethisk class freighter — he claimed there was never a need for one — caused several mechanics being, perhaps, outdated and in need of a check-up. But the Togruta had insisted it would be fine, since he never had a crew to begin with; solo work is how he rolled, after all. Jod not included.

While Ashad’i was cozy in his bunk, Jod was not. He was situated in an old storage room that had been transformed into a makeshift room for him. It wasn’t the comfiest thing in the galaxy, but there was nothing else for him.

Now, Jod was not comfy. Despite his thick blanket, he was unable to fall asleep. The sheer knowledge that the heater was broken was preventing him from catching a wink.

Frustrated, he stood up — blanket wrapped around him like a cape — and padded his way to the captain’s room, where Ashad’i was likely soundly sleeping.

When he arrived at the door, he hesitated. Was he making a good decision by deciding to intrude on his half-friend’s room? He shrugged and pressed a button, and the door slid open.

He made his way in, noticing the temperature difference immediately. Rather the heater wasn’t broken in this room, or the Togruta was a living heater. The door shut behind him as he walked further into the room, glancing at the sleeping figure — situated on his belly, blanket barely covering his upper body. Rather uncharacteristic for such a stoic character.

Jod exhaled and slid onto the bed carefully, trying not to wake up the other. His attempts were fruitless, however.