The forest was alive at midnight. The creatures it housed scuttled about as you listened to the lap of the stream at its banks. You were listening for a distinctive set of footsteps; they would fit right in with the night. You had slipped away into the trees after catching his gaze, hoping he would follow but needing the time in the water to get back to yourself regardless.

He would have blended right in had you not known what you were listening for. But soon enough, the silver beskar caught the light of the moons. He stepped into the clearing, surveyed the area before advancing toward you.

“Rid’ika, what is this? Why is your face uncovered?”

“Because even if we aren’t the only ones here, I need to bathe, clear my head. It’s nice, you should try it sometime.” You couldn’t help the tease.

He just sighed. He stood watching as you let yourself lean back, holding his gaze. He shook his head and started removing his armor, setting it with yours just out of reach of the water’s edge. When he finally was bare, save for the helmet, you let out a huff of laughter.

“What, didn’t you bathe before you married me?”

“Of course I bathed, but never with someone else and never on a planet I didn’t know for sure was uninhabited.”

“Listen, I watched this place and watched this place. It’s untouched, until now. Keep the helmet close and we’ll both pay attention, but it’s late. Locals should be in bed.”