So, you happened to ask about the one i know will interest you the most... because this is Irec's POV of "start to prepare the way for tomorrow"!
I love Irec. I love the Covert and baby!Din (which is why I love your fics so much) and I wanted to come back and explore them a little more, and so I figured it might be interesting to see his POV! It's fun to write him, he's so sad and grumpy, but he's getting better.
The low conversation filling the room stops when Irec appears in the doorway. Helmets turn in his direction, hands freeze in the middle of their work; Irec clears his throat, a rough sound that seems to echo, and several mando’ade jump, and return to their tasks. Shame burns dully in his throat; it’s been, obviously, far too long since he’s shown up to these nights of talk and work that the adults in the covert share once the ade have gone to bed.
He stumps over to a worktable set along the curved cave wall, dropping down to sit next to Jiya, one of the teachers and a beroya-in-training. She watches him silently, her hands gone still on the flight suit she’s repairing. He ignores the prickle of eyes on him as he roots around in the pack he’s brought until he finds what he’d been looking for and pulls it out. It’ll be cobbled together, like pretty much everything the covert has, but – it should be serviceable.
The work is slow, his hands grown unaccustomed to moving the way he needs them to. His thread misses the eye of his needle for the third time and he growls under his breath, frustration rising, ready to throw it down and –
“Would you like some help, Ori’verd?”
Jiya’s voice is curious, not mocking. Irec glances up at her, a bit startled, a bit wary. She doesn’t waver, and the tilt of her helmet is slight, but – he’s faintly sure she might be smiling. After a long pause, he holds the needle and thread out to her.