The Armorer, clad in her resilient beskar armor, patrolled the outskirts of the Mandalorian cave hideout. Amidst the solitude, she discovered an unfamiliar figure sprawled motionless in the sand—a stranger, devoid of identity and purpose. Without hesitation, she knelt beside them, placing a cool, soothing cloth upon their fevered brow. When they awoke with a gasp and wheeze, the Armorer hushed them. "Be calm. You are unwell," Came the armored woman's smooth voice.