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It’s not as if the beskar’gam had fit the marshal particularly well anyway, breastplate shaped for someone considerably less lanky and leaving his stomach far too exposed to be of much use. But still, the man looks almost naked without it.
There had been a moment during the battle when Din had forgotten. They’d flown side by side as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if he was a vod, as if he they were aliit and this was the hundredth battle they had shared. A ridiculous notion, probably born by his own loneliness and the familiar shape of helmet.
Still, he hopes to meet the man again. They fought well together, and while he hadn’t earned it, he clearly had mastered the armor in his own way. Wondering idly what the man could have done with a proper set, he gets everything stashed away, makes sure the kid is tucked safely in his pouch and gets on the bike.
He takes a moment as the tuskens celebrate finding the pearl, a monster of a thing for a monster of a krayt he supposes. Vanth looks over as he starts the engine, and takes a few steps in his direction. On a whim Din tilts his head towards him, raising his voice to be heard over the noise.
“Ret’urcye mhi.”
If there is a reply it gets drowned out by rumbling of the engine, but the kid burbles happily as Tatooine spreads out before them.