It was bordering on hilarious now, how much this little green toddler made Abby want children of her own. Her life had spiraled out of control -- Ben was gone, the Order was rising, she was separated from her brother and friends -- but somehow, taking care of little Grogu was a comfort for her just as much as it was for him. She could take solace in knowing that, if nothing else, her efforts would mean this one kid was better off.
It wasn’t hard for Abby to keep the First Order off their backs; she made one last call to the Squad to let them know she was alive, and then off she went into the wilderness of the galaxy with Grogu in tow, searching for the man he called father. At first, Abby had thought he would be easy to find. A bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, one who had claimed the legendary darksaber no less? Considering the circles she usually ran in, Abby had expected to pull a few favors and find the path right to him, but it was not so. Apparently, Grogu’s beloved parent liked his privacy, because it took almost two weeks of searching before Abby found a lead that brought her to Nevarro, and hopefully, to friends of the Mandalorian.
Unfortunately, when they got there, the sun was setting on the horizon, and as much as Abby wanted to find Grogu’s father, knocking on doors in the middle of the night just didn’t seem like the move. Besides, the little one was tired. While on long lightspeed trips in-between planets, Abby had taken up studying the Force with him. Except studying wasn’t exactly an accurate word; what they did was more like playing than anything else. Grogu didn’t need any training from her, Abby could see that quite clearly, so she just let him use it as he wished, and followed his lead.
That was what they had done on the way to Nevarro, and by the time they were done Grogu was quite tired, but he wasn’t one to miss dinner either. So Abby fed him some soup they had bought at their last stop and then carried him off the ship for a breath of fresh air and a look at the sunset before bed.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Abby muttered as Grogu rested his little head against her shoulder. “Tomorrow we’ll find friends who can help us, and then I’m sure your dad won’t be far off.”
