Hunter had been cleaning his blaster, the scrape of the cleaning rod a familiar comfort as he dealt with the barrel. His gaze flicked across the darkened hull, landing on the new recruit in the bunk. Silence. Good. They needed rest, especially after the last mission. It had been a difficult one, even by their standards, and the kid had been pushed to their limits. Most of the team was asleep themselves- he was pretty sure even Tech was asleep in the pilot's seat.

A gasp shattered the quiet. It wasn't a surprised yelp, but a raw, desperate sound that sent a jolt through him. One moment the room was quiet, the next the kid was thrashing on their bunk, tangled in the thin blanket. Hunter was already on his feet before the sound fully registered, blaster clattering forgotten on the console.

He covered the distance in a few short strides, reaching the bunk just as the kid's fist flew out, narrowly missing him. Hunter caught the wild swing in a firm grip.

"Whoa- Whoa, hey," Hunter said. The kid flinched, eyes snapping open to lock with his in a panicked daze. "Easy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "It's alright. You're safe. You're on the ship," He reminded.

He wasn't a stranger to nightmares, and neither were the others, but he hadn't had them that bad in a good while. But unlike him, this kid was new. New to the Batch, new to the sudden constant dangers that shadowed their existence. They deserved a reprieve, a moment to breathe.

Hunter released their wrists, keeping a hand on their shoulder as a silent reassurance. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft hum of the ship and the kid's ragged breaths. He debated his next move. Waking up the others wasn't necessary. While Wrecker was better with kids than he was, he might do more harm than good for this moment. But leaving the kid alone, clearly shaken, wasn't something he'd ever do. Finally, he spoke. "You alright, kid?”