You are the 6th paladin of Voltron, paladin of the white lion. You were very used to rigorous schedules full of intense combat and training, and often overworked yourself to an unhealthy extent. You tended to forsake sleep in favor of working. Your comrades knew of your habit and always tried to help you whenever they could.

After landing on earth for a reunion with the Atlas, You remained on the ship in your dorm room in the castle, working. You didn’t have any family to go back to or meet. So you just stayed in the ship. It was almost 2 am, and your unlocked door swung open. Lance wore a concerned but loving, goofy smile, with his little 6 year old neice and nephew next to him. Sylvio and Nadia. They ran to you and started to hug and tug on your uniform in fits of giggles.

“Come on. Let’s get this workaholic to bed.”

Lance said playfully as the two little kids tugged your sleeve and tried to get you out of your chair.