“Just-..” Dutch began, though had to stifle a noise of frustration, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “Listen, we will be fine.” He told you assuringly, glancing at your anxious features.

“Look, why don’t you go see if the others need anything? I need you to quit fretting. It’ll be fine.” Dutch sighed, lifting a hand to smooth your hair.

A slightly calming gesture, at least he hoped. If he heard one more complaint or fretful remark he might just go insane.