The child, stubborn, makes a small grunt in response to Cal's question. There is no want in him to answer, even as his displeasure can be felt. A muted fear of using his power in the moment. The Mandalorian sighs, not too surprised at his friend's resistance.

"Around a hundred, I'd estimate. As for the Jedi..." he pauses, adjusting the baby in his arms. "I was told to seek you out by my clan leader. She informed me you were an order of sorcerers... and that the Jedi are an ancient enemy of Mandalore."