Hiro nodded, though he seemed a bit out of it. As he pulled his hair back into a half up half down pony it was clear why.
Hiro was identical to his father in the suit. His blue eyes matched the embroidered blue in the outfit. His height and stature matched in the identical proudness as well.
The human boy couldn't be more recognizable for a Mandalorian.
The boy's saber laid in the hilt of the armor where it should be, it's metal a little more worn than the rest of the suit. And even more prominent was the royal guard marking on his neck and the tattoos that laced across his neck and collarbone.
“ you look, wonderful mom,” he said with a soft smile, “ how are the other two doing?” he asked softly, holding his arms out for the now-dressed frost “come on little brother, a deal is a deal”