“And I’ll be around with more jus’ to send yeh into the red again,” he joked, managing a little bit more of a smile now as he finished his meal and leaned forward with forearms on his thighs. It felt good to speak freely.
“It’s nice to be back where it’s quiet,” he commented softly, looking down into his glass after taking another drink. It burned beautifully down his throat and he felt like he could breathe easier. “Even if I know full well it hasn’t stopped out there… I finally have somewhere I can rest again. I hope yeh appreciate these moments as much, Kar. They feel rare.”
"I try to, if I can…" She commented, "swirling her glass. "It’s hard to with my workload. Spend more time as Mandalore than I do as ‘Kar’…"
Her smile faltered, looking worn. The weight of authority bearing down on her. Wartime Mandalores had it rough, but unlike her predecessors, she had to navigate a more aruetii like role, which only frustrated her at times. She could do it, but she didn’t like it.
"And the chakaar is back. I don’t know where we exactly stand…I guess we’re cin vhetin, but a part of me is wondering how long before he’ll be off without a word and pretending I don’t exist again…” She had realized she was running her mouth. “Sorry.”