[ hand in hand. it startles him, a flash in nerve and eyes -- it is, after all, a child's gesture. but there's a quiet charm in the thought -- that she's endured sieges and still kept the muscle memory of something more than a mere soldier. the surprise passes; he tugs her onward, to an impromptu kitchen raid with his fingers laced with hers. ]

You do take care of each other, don't you.

[ it's a little thoughtful, and a thought worth considering. he tilts his head, naming them one by one to the open air. not that he doesn't have a sense of their names by now, but it's convenient to check. ]

Hunk is -- the yellow paladin. Pidge is the little one in green. And Lance is ... the one who wears your armour into battle.