CHAPTER TWELVE. 

THE HONOR 

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The Mandalorian gave a long, quaking breath as he shook the shoulders of the girl laying at his feet. Her eyes, usually brighter than any star in the sky, were closed and a faint purple. Blood poured from a wound on her head, and her hands, which had been shaking violently as she gripped at her chest, lay limp to the side. The Mandalorian carefully lifted her head up to the side of his helmet.

His panicked eyes gazed frantically at her face, which still held a sense of awe at the sight of the snow falling against the panes of glass in the cockpit. He held her head close to his ear, hands cradling her softly, and waited anxiously to hear something... to hear anything. For a moment, Tess wasn't breathing. The Mandalorian slowly began to shake as he heard nothing, not the wisp of a breath on his helmet, not a cry or whimper from her cold and parted lips. He heard nothing.

"No, no!" the Mandalorian cried, shaking Tess' shoulders again. Despite the freezing weather, sweat lined his brow as he looked at the girl. A small strand of umber hair, tangled and no longer curled, slick with sweat and frost, fell into her eyes. He carefully pushed it away. Her lips grew blue almost instantly, and the Mandalorian grimaced. He looked up, and saw the blanket he'd thrown at her earlier laying a little ways away. The Mandalorian grasped it and opened the cloth up, gently placing it over Tess' body.

"Tess." he said. "Come one, Tess." He didn't know what to do. His hands shook and he struggled to keep himself steady, nausea roiling inside his stomach as he tucked the blanket around her, trying to get her to warm up. A dizzying breath left him as he leaned Tess upwards, coming to sit up. Her eyes fluttered. The Mandalorian sighed in relief.

"Tess!" he yelled. "Tess, come one!" As if on cue, the girl jolted, shaking violently as she sputtered and leaned forward more. The Mandalorian followed her movements, rubbing her back, trying to get some friction into her body. Ice made a home in her hair, and when Tess opened her morning sky eyes, they widened in pain, her hand flying up to her chest. The Mandalorian let out a grateful gasp and moved to kneel in front of her. Tess winced in pain, then shuddered, the biting cold seeming to eat away at her bones.

She groped at her chest, a searing pain rising up through her body. Usually made of ivory, of glowing marrow and lightning, Tess' bones seemed to collapse inwards. Her ribcage careened against the barriers of her chest, and blackened, blistered nothing filled the void in her lungs.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

Tess cried out and the Mandalorian instinctively grabbed her shoulders. Her face contorted into something monstrous and foreign as she tried to breathe, but found the action to feel like dying. The Mandalorian's brows knitted together, his heart seething in his chest as he watched her. Her palms were slick with sweat and the cold of the wind and the world blew through her body. Frozen clouds overtook her senses, blocking out all the warmth she had left. Tess gasped and whimpered, her eyes closing shut, brows coming together.

"Tess!" the Mandalorian called. "Are you alright?" Tess shook her head again.

"My—" Tess croaked. "My... my chest." She looked up at him, and he'd never seen her eyes more filled with pain. "I—I can't breathe." The Mandalorian's blood ran cold. He looked down to her small hands at her chest, bunching the fabric between her fingers. Slowly, he moved his hand to cup hers, and she flinched. He pried her hands away and placed a tentative palm, ever so brushing the fabric of her jacket, to the bottom of her rib cage. She gasped in pain, and the Mandalorian could feel a swell building up near the bottom of her ribs.

"You've bruised one." he said, pulling his hand away quickly. "Tess, you've bruised a rib." Tess' eyes widened, complete with panic that made the Mandalorian squirm.

"Wh-what?!" she managed to rasp out, then cried out again, her lungs burning. The Mandalorian placed a hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place.

"Don't." he said. "Don't speak." she nodded solemnly, her head rolling to the side, face twisting. The sweet copper taste of blood filled her mouth as Tess bit down hard on her lip. The gash on her head throbbed, as if a heart, beating and blistered, were pulsing through her mind. A heavy fist clenched her insides, twisting them around until it felt as if the life were being squeezed out of her small, shivering body.

The Mandalorian got up from where he stood. His helmet was crusted with frost, and when he breathed the inside fogged up until for a moment, he could see nothing. That only made him panic more. He could still hear Tess' fervent breaths from below, and the Mandalorian reached around to grab the chair, reorienting himself. The fog lifted, but his head still swam as he saw Frog Lady lying on the ground, twitching violently.

He turned back to Tess. "Stay there," he said to her, and Tess had enough energy to frown. "I'm coming back." He whirled around and began to lift Frog Lady from the ground. The moment she came to stand, the woman began croaking, shaking her large head, pointing down the ladder of the cockpit. The Mandalorian glanced at Tess, who, despite his instructions, had pulled herself up to lean her head against the control panel, her eyes closing, gulping in air as if it were fresh water. The Mandalorian paused for a moment, and he watched Tess look up at the snow covered glass of the cockpit, her eyes flashing with something along the lines of wonder. She reached up a hand, grimacing at the movement, and opened her palm. A small, tiny little snowflake flew down, a white orb of cold, and landed in Tess' hand. She jerked a little at the feeling, and brought her arm back down to stare at the flake of white.

She'd never seen anything like it. She'd never seen anything more strange and unnerving. Never seen anything more beautiful.

The Mandalorian forced his head back to face the Frog Lady, who was now shaking one of his shoulders and croaking even more. The Mandalorian put up his hands, hoping to calm her down. She didn't. She croaked louder that her voice rang around inside the Mandalorian's helmet, banging against his ears, making his eyes widen.

"I'll find your eggs, don't worry!" the Mandalorian practically screamed at her, moving towards the door to the cockpit. "I just have to help Tess, alright?" Frog Lady whimpered. "Gotta get you some blankets, keep you warm." He walked out and climbed down the ladder swiftly, landing uneasily on the ground below. Tess watched as the door closed behind him, shutting her off. Frog Lady turned to her, and when Tess locked eyes with the woman, she saw fear dancing along the other's wide, orbital pupils. Another shiver, like knives cutting into her back, came up Tess' spine, and she winced again, her bones creaking. Frog Lady stood up sharply and began to walk over to her. Tess squirmed as the toad-like woman knelt down beside her. A banging sound came from below, and Tess' head turned sharply towards the door the Mandalorian had just exited, but the movement was too quick, and a scorching agony burst in her lungs, like a butterfly spreading it's wings, only they were tinged with fire, and the ashes smoked and burned her flesh from the inside out.

Frog Lady didn't move, only stared at Tess. After a moment, the girl looked away, turning her head back up to gaze at the strange white fluff freezing to the touch. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the odd feeling of the little flake in the palm of her hand. It was cold, like the small cubes of ice they sometimes used to keep drinks frozen back in Mos Pelgo. However, the moment it had touched her palm, the thing had burst, seeming to melt in her hand until all that was left was a little puddle of clear liquid. Water. Tess had never seen such a thing in her entire life, and she found herself wanting to see more, to feel more of the white stuff in her hands, despite the cold that had seeped into her skin.

Her nose, now turning a light pink, sniffled, and her lips —a darkening blue— wavered as the cold lining the thin crevices of her heart deepened, causing a shock, worse than any she'd felt in her metal leg before, made the girl jolt. Frog Lady leaned back quickly, then carefully put a hand on Tess' shoulder. Tess tried to move it, but the pain was too much, and her hand went to holding her chest. The voyager's grip was surprisingly strong, and kept Tess firmly in place, stopping the girl from moving any more. Tess glared into the Frog Lady's eyes, but the woman did not waver.

"I'm fine." Tess gritted out. Frog Lady said nothing, only blinked her large eyes and stared at Tess. "I don't need your help." she seethed, then flinched at the weight of her lungs. Frog Lady cocked her head to the side, and Tess scowled. Their passenger turned her head and gargled out her language towards the door.

After a moment, the Mandalorian's modulated voice came bouncing back into the cockpit. "Hang on!" For some reason, Tess relaxed when she heard his voice, coarse and rough as the sands she used to live in. He was still down there, like he said he would be, and Tess let herself breathe deeper. Her chest burned, and the swelling around her ribs were tender to the touch, but she let her frown soften.

Frog Lady croaked, and both her and Tess looked towards the door. After a moment, the Mandalorian's voice came from down below. "Found them!" then. "Tess! I've got the Med kit, Hold on!"

Tess flinched and her hand fell away from her chest. She looked up towards the Frog Lady. "I'm fine." Her voice must have sounded sincere enough for the woman, because she dropped her hand from Tess' shoulder, but stayed kneeling beside her. "It's not like I can go anywhere, anyway." Tess finished, and Frog Lady moved her head to the side curiously, seeming to understand the bitterness that rolled off Tess' tongue. Bitter seemed to be the girl's second language.

A loud clattering came from the entrance to the cockpit, and soon the Mandalorian's bulking, iron shouldered frame ran through the door. Tess didn't dare move, the pain was too much, but Frog Lady jumped up quickly at the sight of her canister eggs under the Mandalorian's arm. In his other hand was the medkit, encased in steel.

The Mandalorian handed a blanket and the canister to Frog Lady, then quickly came over and knelt beside Tess. again She looked at him through those storms for eyes, and the Mandalorian smiled softly at the sight of relief in her gaze. He opened the medkit carefully, remembering the way it had been floating in the air only hours ago, when Tess had been lost in a nightmare. The girl was thinking the same thing, and she closed her eyes sadly, images of her parents, her beautiful, loving parents, exploding into a flurry of guts and sinew. The blood seeping from the gash on Tess' head made her gulp loudly. The Mandalorian's head jerked up from the medkit, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, more emotion in his voice than he had meant, and Tess moved her head to side, eyeing him curiously.

"Nothing." she replied, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "Except the fact that we are stranded on a planet that is freezing, I have a bruised rib, a cut on my head, and the ship is broken."

The Mandalorian smiled a little as he pulled out a frozen ice pack, bandages and white gauze. "How do you know we're stranded?" he asked her.

"Because of how hard we hit the ground," Tess said. "I'm guessing there is a giant hole ripped through the interior, the carbon scoring has built up enough to clog the engines, and without the internal systems —which are damaged from the fall— we can do nothing to fix the heating." she shivered again. The Mandalorian's smile disappeared, and instead, worry gnawed at his insides like a rabid beast as he looked at Tess.

Mando reached up to Tess' head with a soft cloth, but she moved her head back. The Mandalorian froze. Her eyes widened, mouth quivering, and the blood drying on her bitten lips seeped through the chapped flesh.

"Tess." he said softly, slowly moving his hand towards his head again. "It's okay." Tess froze, her head stiffening as if she were a sculpture, a girl crafted from marble, veins made of lightning. She didn't move again, and the Mandalorian slowly and very gently placed the cloth against Tess' head. Her eyes scrunched slightly, crying back at the spike of pain. The Mandalorian made sure to be incredibly careful as he wiped the cloth over the wound, cleaning the blood away.

"It's not deep," he told her as he pulled back. "It will heal quickly."

"Good." Tess said as the Mandalorian stripped the backing off the gauze and reached up. His hand grazed her cheek as he placed the white bandage over the wound. It stuck close to her head, seeming to become a second skin. Tess let herself breathe when the Mandalorian dropped his hand. She reached up and gently grazed her fingers over the bandage. It felt like nothing, something Tess had thought she was accustomed to, but this, this was something else.

The Mandalorian watched her out of the corner of his eye, taking in the wonder in her gaze, but also the pain. Despite trying his very best to brace her fall during the battle, Tess had gotten it worse than him. A bruised rib, a gash on the forehead, and the possible chance of hypothermia. Tess had lived with heat her entire life, and now, the Mandalorian had taken her to a planet of ice and frigid weather. They were stranded in a snowy canyon, with a broken ship, no heating, and the Mandalorian only had so many blankets. He could already see the cold wearing down the girl, from the frost in her hair to the blue tinging her lips. Tess gave another shiver and sniffled, her nose turning red.

The Mandalorian picked up the extra blanket he'd brought and leaned closer to Tess. She looked at it, then moved a hand up to grab it, but the movement brought another shooting pain rocking through her body, and she flinched, hand moving back down to rest in her lap. The Mandalorian frowned.

"I-I can't." she managed to say. "It... It hurts too much." The words were like a living sin on her tongue. It meant weakness, it meant helplessness. Tess couldn't move, she could barely even speak, and she hated herself for it. She was a girl of independence, someone who did everything herself, and now she was reduced to this...this, weak little girl she'd spent years trying to push away. The light in her eyes, which seemed to never stop burning, dwindled as the Mandalorian rested a hand on her shoulders, slowly pushing her forward. It died when she cried out, a tear falling down her cheek as the Mandalorian wrapped the wool blanket over her already blanketed shoulders, and let her rest down again.

Tess gritted her teeth, biting her lip in frustration.

"Stop." the Mandalorian's hoarse voice made Tess' head snap to him, her eyes narrowing.

"What?" she asked. The Mandalorian was sifting through supplies, the ice pack in his hands with a wrap of bandages at his side. He looked back down, not meeting her eyes.

He repeated himself. "Stop that." Tess peered at him in confusion. "When you bite your lip. Don't do it. It'll only make it worse." Tess let out a huff, then winced, and leaned her head onto the back console. But despite her obvious annoyance, the Mandalorian saw her mouth thin, teeth pulling away from the outside of her mouth. He smiled sadly, then held up the ice pack for her.

Tess frowned. "Isn't it already cold enough?" Her eyes wandered the frosty cockpit, expression explaining everything. The Mandalorian forced himself to give a small laugh, but it felt dead on his lips. Tess seemed to notice, and her smirk disappeared.

"Yes." he finally replied, but moved closer and held the ice pack up for her again. "But you need this to bring down the swelling." He wrapped the ice pack in another towel and carefully placed it in Tess' hand. She looked down at it, taking a deep breath.

"For how long?" she asked.

"Just a couple minutes." the Mandalorian replied. "Then you'll have to put on a bandage seal over your lungs; it'll help clear away the mucus affecting your breathing." Tess gave a disgusted look, nose scrunching. "The seal will help you breath, and it won't hurt as much to cough or move once it's attached."

There was silence for a moment as Tess held the ice pack against her chest, her eyes half-closed. Then came her voice, small and as light as a feather. "Will it heal?" the Mandalorian watched Tess, who wouldn't meet his gaze, as she looked down at her hands. She could already feel the swelling around her rib going down, and her lungs seemed to expand a little, her breathing gaining some of it's normalcy back.

"Yes." the Mandalorian finally replied. Tess gave a relieved sigh, and the Mandalorian noticed that she didn't wince. "It will hurt for the next few days, but by tomorrow morning, you should be able to move again."

Tess gulped slowly. "Will I be able to help?"

"Help with what?"

She turned her head slightly, giving him a condescending look. "With fixing the ship. Will I be able to help?" the Mandalorian sighed at her words. He could see the keenness in her eyes, the fire which had died only a small moment ago relighting. Now, at his reassuring words, Tess Oprin had come alive again.

"Tess, you don't have to—" the Mandalorian started, but she interrupted.

"Yes, I do." Tess replied coldly. She moved her body, sitting up straighter, and the Mandalorian was surprised to see that she barely grimaced at all. "You promised me you would take me to the Jedi, and I'm gonna do everything I can to get us there."

"You're hurt—"

"Mando." Tess said, and the Mandalorian's mouth closed. "I'm helping fix this ship. I'm a mechanic. I can do it."

There was silence for a long time before Mando found the courage to speak again. "I know you can." Tess' eyes widened in surprise. "But it doesn't mean you should." Her face fell, and the Mandalorian almost wanted to take everything back when he saw her saddened eyes and shaking hands. But he didn't, because he'd meant every word.

The Mandalorian had gotten Tess into this mess. It was his fault. He'd been the one to ask Tess to come with him, wanting to take her on his journey, to help her. He'd been the one to fly them to this forsaken planet, to this situation. He'd gotten Tess hurt, not being able to protect her as they'd fallen. He hadn't even thought about what the cold might do to her, about what it might do to all of them. He'd made a promise, and now, it looked like he was about to break it. The Mandalorian Code was one of honor, but it seemed that Mando had lost it all. And now Tess had to pay for it, even when he could see plain in her eyes that she'd been through enough already.

They were silent for what felt like hours. Tess sat on the ground, upright, an ice pack held to her chest, her breaths better every second. The wound on her head seemed to become merely a slight discomfort. The mechanic's fingers burned with an icy fury, and while the heat of the second blanket did keep her warm, the ice lining her hair and face did not melt. She was still freezing, her sniffles becoming louder in the cockpit. At some point, Frog Lady had disappeared down the ladder into the belly of the ship.

After a while sitting in this silence, Tess waiting for an answer and the Mandalorian lost in his own thoughts, he finally reached up and pried the ice pack from her hands. Tess said nothing, only took the seal bandage from his outstretched hand and kept it in her palm.

The Mandalorian began packing away the supplies. "I'll leave you to put the seal on, then come down." Tess nodded, and he stood up, turning away, ready to climb down the ladder. He didn't have an answer for Tess, so he said nothing at all. Tess understood, but she wasn't finished.

Her voice carried strong over to where the Mandalorian had reached the door. "You know, my parents used to have a saying." the warrior froze, slowly turning to face the girl still sitting on the ground. Her eyes bore into his own, and there was no flicker of uncertainty in her voice.

"They said," she continued, pausing, taking a deep breath. " 'when the dawn breaks, it's a new day to fight. When the dawn breaks, it's a new day to stand.' "

The Mandalorian frowned, shock lacing the blood in his veins as he looked at Tess, whose gaze never left his own. The Mandalorian had wanted to know Tess' story, but had come to the conclusion that he never would. Now she'd said this, and it felt like the entire world. Tess took a deep, shuddering breath. The words of her parents were bile on her lips. She'd never spoken them out loud, never dared to, but now they rolled off her tongue like a stream of oil.

She didn't know why she'd chosen to tell Mando. She didn't know why her parent's phrase, which for so long she'd tried to forget, had come out of her mouth. All she knew was that she'd said them. She'd told the Mandalorian something about herself, with only those few sentences. Now she awaited judgement.

She spoke up again. "When the dawn breaks, Mando, we're getting out of here." he moved to speak, but one look at her made his mouth shut. "And I'm helping."

The Mandalorian didn't know what to say. Tess looked at him, eyes blazing. He held the med kit under his arm, a million words bouncing around inside his head. He didn't tell Tess that he wanted her to do nothing more than rest. He didn't tell her that he had almost no hope of getting off this planet. He didn't tell her that he couldn't believe her words.

He said nothing of what he truly wanted, and instead merely nodded his head, then disappeared into the belly of the ship.

Tess gave another shaking breath, and blocked the words she'd said from her mind, shutting them away. She paid no mind to the shaking in her fingertips, the energy crackling under her flesh. Instead, she turned her attention to the bandage still in her hand, a thin strip of material Tess had never seen before. It was shaped like a square, and was just big enough to fit over her chest.

Tess took one last look at the white sky above, then did as the Mandalorian told. When she finished putting the cool sheet over her bruised ribs, she could breathe normally again, and the pain she'd felt before was but a distant memory.

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When Tess clambered down the ladder into the belly of the ship, blanket's thrown snugly around her shoulders, the Mandalorian was nowhere to be seen. The child was sitting by Frog Lady, looking longingly up at the capsule of eggs that the lady held in her arms.

Tess massaged her hands, moving to sit beside Frog Lady, wincing as the chill of the bashed open ship blew in, rattling her bones. At that moment, the flap to the outside opened, and the Mandalorian, his silver armor frosted from the cold, entered. Mando stopped when he saw Tess leaning against the back of the ship, her head of hair glistening with melted snow.

Tess didn't look at him, only peered up at the Frog Lady gazing at her eggs.

"If you hadn't guessed," she forced herself to turn and look at the Mandalorian as he fiddled with the controls near the back of the ship, listening to his solemn words. "We're in a tight spot." Frog Lady handed Tess a box of dried food, then turned back to her own. Tess glanced at the unappetizing food, but the grumbling of her stomach overruled all else, and she pulled the food into her mouth gratefully.

She looked back up to the Mandalorian, realizing he'd just been assessing the ship. "What's the damage?"

The Mandalorian observed the young girl ravenously eating the dried bits of food, an amused expression on his face which quickly died away as he answered. "The main power drive is not responding and the hull has lost it's integrity," despite the pain in her ribs growing faint, Tess winced at the Mandalorian's words. "I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls." he said these words carefully, watching as Tess finished her food and placed the box beside her. She made no expression that could tell the Mandalorian what she was thinking.

Inside, Tess was cursing some all seeing force. The girl was already breaking, feeling as if her skin were being peeled back with every second her chest throbbed and her head ached, with every moment she remembered the power she held inside her. The cold of the planet had already burrowed deep inside her heart, adding to the frozen casket built around her soul.

Their situation had left Tess shaken, and despite her determination to get off the planet, the Mandalorian's news didn't help. It made everything worse, because even with both of them working on the ship together, Tess already knew they would barely be able to have the ship leave the ground, much less get them to Trask.

She said nothing, however, as the Mandalorian continued. "I'll have a better idea of our prospects at that time." he came over with a blanket and sat beside Tess. she looked over at him as the Mandalorian took the child and leaned against the wall, grunting as his metal plated back reached the support. Tess let her metal leg move closer to her, her other leg spreading out. The steel in her calf was already aching, the metal tightening as the cold seeped into the cogs and screws. Ice had already begun to make it's way through the crevices, and Tess suspected that in the morning, her leg would be locked up completely. She tried not to think about it, knowing that there was nothing she could do to fix it.

The Frog Lady began to croak loudly, looking at her capsule of eggs, a hint of distress in her foreign words. The Mandalorian and Tess shared a look, both shrugging, turning to the lady. Tess frowned, not for the first time wishing she'd been able to make a competent translator.

"Sorry lady," the Mandalorian said. "I don't understand Frog." Despite everything, Tess found it in her to snort, a smirk playing her lips. It was a mistake, as the near-laugh made her chest seize, and her voice quickly died away into a fit of hoarse coughs. Each one felt like a punch to the gut. The Mandalorian bolted upright, turning to her, but Tess held up a hand, her eyes scrunching, and soon the cough died down. The Mandalorian leaned back, releasing a relieved sigh under his helmet.

"I'm fine." Tess said. "I'm good." she tugged the blanket around her shoulders and leaned her head back against the wall, face dying away into a placid expression. It looked as if she hadn't just been in pain, in agony. The Mandalorian would never understand.

Frog Lady began to grunt again, and both the Mandalorian and Tess let out a frustrated huff, turning back to the woman. "Whatever it is..." the Mandalorian started.

"Can it wait till morning?" Tess finished for him. The Mandalorian looked over to her in surprise, but said nothing about it.

"I suggest you get some rest." he continued. "Both of you." The Mandalorian leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest, the child curled up against his thigh. Tess didn't need to be told twice. She curled up into a ball, head resting in her hands, broken chest rising and falling softly, barely a hint of pain passing through her body. Blankets snug around her, Tess didn't say anything as she slipped in and out of consciousness.

Just hours before, she'd woken up in a cold sweat, a nightmare swimming at the edge of her vision. But now, she welcomed unconsciousness gladly.

As the two slipped off into sleep, both their thoughts turned to each other. The mechanic didn't need to say thank you to the bounty hunter, because the Mandalorian knew she was thinking it, and he didn't need to say he was sorry, because he knew that Tess understood.

"Sweet dreams." the man said, his voice as soft as the snow falling about them.

Both fell asleep in the blink of an eye. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE. 

wow folks, this chapter was incredibly hard to right aha. Yeah so this chapter was such a slog to get through and I have absolutely no idea why! I hope you guys enjoyed it, because I'm kinda on the fence... It's definitely not my favourite chapter but I did like all the Tess and Din fluff, and my heart also broke at how I just seem to love injuring Tess HAHA (I'm actually crying). This chapter was supposed to have more included but it ended up being so long that I had to cut some stuff out, but yeah... 

ANYWAYS, What did you guys think of this chapter? what did you think of Mando being so worried about her because she was injured? What did you think of Tess quoting her parents? Wasn't that insane? It really shows just how much Tess has come along. Did you like how Mando literally became an overprotective dad at the end, not wanting Tess to help him fix the ship?

As always,  don't be afraid to comment or vote  (and maybe even follow me?), I love reading your comments, they make my day and I will always try to respond to each and every one of them! Until next time (where Tess plays in the snow and they meet a very bid spider).

FINALLY, before I leave, in honor of there only being 5 chapters left in ACT ONE, here is a little photo dump of my two bbys: the Mandalorian and the Mechanic (aka Millie Bobby Brown and Pedro Pascal): 

I love my little space fam 

Love, Mal