What nerves had abated in her conversation immediately lit up with concern at the Mando’s question. “Yes, I was born with them. I am a conduit for the Force, which is the energy field that is created by all living things. There are those of us who are sensitive to it and go on to do great and horrible things with it.” she explained, trying her best to stay as calm as possible. Had he never encountered a Force-sensitive person before?
His explanation of the child expressing abilities caused her heart to skip a beat, then sink like a stone in a pond. She knew what she had to do. The child couldn’t stay with her, not if he was truly Force sensitive. It needed a teacher and that was something she could not be, not now or ever. She knew who would be right for him, though. Perhaps it would provide her some closure, some new purpose. Well, so long as she didn’t eviscerate him as she did her.
Her conflict at the right thing to do was settled as soon as he put his hand atop hers. His touch felt cool, no doubt because of the gloves. It almost surprised her how delicate the contact was from such masculine hands. Eyes flickering to their hands for a moment, her mind was made up. She knew what she had to do.
“He is indeed Force-sensitive and yes, that is no doubt why you are being hunted. Fortunately for you, you ended up here, no doubt throwing your pursuers for a loop. Furthermore, you happen to be in the same place as the greatest source of the Light Side of the Force the galaxy has ever seen.”
Turning her hand over under his, Morrigan ran her thumb gently over his knuckles, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I will lead you to the ship where she resides. There, you can make your case and explain. She is in mourning, however, so I advise you to be as delicate as possible. I assure you, she is the best possible future for this child.”
the feel of her fingers against his skin made him lose all cognisance of time. blood rushed to his cheeks as he watched her fingers stroke his scarred knuckles. he nodded wordlessly, glad that he could hide from the safety of his helmet. he had no idea what kind of power she possessed or what kind of destruction she was capable of, but he surprisingly didn’t care.
for what seemed like an eternity, mando finally spoke. “i must return this child to his own kind, until then i am his father.” he said absentmindedly fiddling with his mudhorn crest. “this is the way.”
the mandalorian looked at her again, letting his guard down for the first time since he was a child. “whatever happened back then, i don’t judge you for it.” he said assuringly, “neither does he.” he said, gesturing to the child. it stayed perched atop the stool, finishing up what was left of the broth.
