Chopper raises his little arms up above his front plating, a familiar readiness to the movement, and then goes still. Hera, Numa, and Gobi are also silent, coming close together and then also going still, primed but unmoving. Among the crew, Ezra starts to whisper, but Sabine shushes him.

In his seat, Cham Syndulla leans forward.

And then, Hera stamps her foot. Once, twice, and then the others join in her a fast-paced pattern, clapping their hands, slapping their knees, stomping their feet, with Chopper drumming along his plating. The rhythm echoes along the walls, reverberates in the durasteel floors, continuing on for nearly a minute. Before Hera begins to sing.

While the last song had been playful, the three of them slinging the lines back and forth like a game, Hera's voice now is low, even close to harsh. The song is fast, keeping with the pace the four of them beat out, the Twi'leki words recounting searching for a loved one, in the caves, on the mountains, across the deserts and through jungle and forest -

Numa and Gobi join her in a forlorn chorus, ringing out, en et nala, en et nala, et ritua euwae shentak