Din isn't sure how they got here: Manda'yaim, him Mand'alor, her (only, she would say, only) his riduur.
He isn't sure what it means when Bo-Katan lets her touch linger on his throat, or when she spends the entire day visiting the ruins of the old Royal Palace, or when she leaves the city limits to go out into the desert on her own, or when she locks the door to their room — or whether it means anything at all (anything more than respect, which is her justification) that she refuses to address Din by name while he's armed with the Darksaber.
The only thing he's sure of, though, is that Bo-Katan seldom has only one reason for doing anything, and that's as much as Din will ever know.
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He isn't sure what it means when Bo-Katan lets her touch linger on his throat, or when she spends the entire day visiting the ruins of the old Royal Palace, or when she leaves the city limits to go out into the desert on her own, or when she locks the door to their room — or whether it means anything at all (anything more than respect, which is her justification) that she refuses to address Din by name while he's armed with the Darksaber.
The only thing he's sure of, though, is that Bo-Katan seldom has only one reason for doing anything, and that's as much as Din will ever know.