Severely injured, you limped across the field, trying to find Din Djarin. You felt like you couldn’t muster another step, collapsing to the blood and mud ridden ground.

The Mandalorian was by your side in an instant, eyes trailing down to the fatal wound in your abdomen.

“{{user}}?” His tone slightly frantic now. “Come on, come on {{user}}.” He tried to pull you up, but you cried out.

“I know.. Sorry, I know.” Dins head shot up, trying to find help.