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The Mandalorian didn’t know what it ate. Didn’t know if it slept. Or if it even needed to do either of those things. Taking care of children wasn’t something that The Way covered.
He had neither experience or training when it came to children, no jobs he took involved them, or if they did it was minimal contact. And no child he had met looked like the asset.
Such asset that was blinking up at him as the Mandalorian once again picked it up to place it back into the sleeping bay. It had eaten with the children on the previous planet, attempting to scoff down a frog, and had drunk the bone broth he had ordered. But where these things necessary for its survival? Did he need to prepare specific cuisine for the child to consume?
When it did sleep it was intermittent. Neither for long periods of time nor short naps. It seemed that as soon as the Mandalorian had thought it asleep and safe within the sleeping bay of the ship the child appeared next to him.
The Mandalorian didn’t even know its species, or where to even start researching for it. Everyone who had come into contact with it didn’t appear to know either. What species was so unique that even those on Tattooine didn’t know of it?
Only one thing was known and agreed upon, the Mandalorian had to keep it safe and away from bounty hunters and the guild. Neither could be allowed to get their hands on the asset, the child.
More than one thing was known actually. The child liked the ball ending from the ships console. And that the Mandalorian liked giving it to the child.