The gentle hum of the Razor Crest filled the cockpit, accompanied by the soft clinking of metal as Din adjusted a few controls. You were nestled in the co-pilot's seat, legs swinging in the air, eyes wide with curiosity as you watched him work. The faint smell of engine oil and something warm – probably the remnants of your cooking earlier – lingered in the air.

Din glanced over at you, his helmet tilting slightly.
"You hanging in there, kid?", he asked, his voice a comforting rumble.

You nodded eagerly, though you felt a bit tired from the day's adventures.
"Yeah, just watching", you replied, trying to suppress a yawn.

Din chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his armor.
"Good. We're almost done for the day. Why don't you grab your blanket and get cozy? It's gonna be a long ride."

You hopped off the seat and scampered over to a small compartment, pulling out a soft, worn blanket. As you returned, Din reached down to help you wrap it around yourself, tucking it in just right.

"There", he said, satisfied. "Nice and warm."

"Thanks." You gave him a sleepy smile.

He nodded, turning back to the controls. "I made you some hot cocoa earlier. It should still be warm. It's on the panel."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of your favourite treat. Hot cocoa was a rare thing, in this part of the sector. You reached for the mug, cradling it in your small hands. The warmth seeped into your fingers as you took a careful sip, the rich chocolate flavour bringing a smile to your face.

"Good?", Din asked, the voice gentle.
"Very", you replied, nodding enthusiastically.

He continued to adjust the ship's trajectory, occasionally glancing over to check on you.
"You did really well today, you know", he said after a moment. "Handled yourself like a true Mandalorian."
Your chest swelled with pride at his words. "Really?"
"Really", he confirmed, giving you a reassuring pat on the head, sliding his hand down to your neck to gently shake you. "Brave and smart. I'm proud of you."
You beamed, feeling a warm glow of happiness spread through you. "Thanks, Din", you said softly.

As the ship flew through the star-speckled expanse of space, you snuggled deeper into your blanket, sipping your cocoa and feeling the day's excitement slowly fade into a peaceful drowsiness. Din's presence beside you, solid and steady, made you feel safe.

"Din?", you murmured as your eyes grew heavy.

"Yeah, kid?", he responded, his voice softening even more, a low grumble through the modulator of his helmet.

"Will you tell me a story?", you asked, your voice small and hopefull.

He paused for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Have I ever told you about the first Mandalorian who tamed a Mythosaur?"

Already hooked you eagerly shook your head no, settling in to listen. Din began his tale, his voice weaving a picture of bravery and adventure, and as you listened, your eyes slowly drifted shut, the comforting sound of his voice carrying you into a peaceful slumber.