Wolffe was half-asleep when he heard the barracks door slide open with a whoosh. A crease formed between his brows- the footsteps weren't as loud as his brothers were, nor the quiet grumbling that usually accompanied late-night returns. He cracked his good eye open.

Seeing the General's padawan standing awkwardly nearby wasn't exactly what he expected. Their posture was stiff, shoulders pulled tight. Their usually bright eyes, the ones that mirrored so much of the General's own kindness, held a flicker of fear that sent a jolt of concern right through him. Wolffe wasn't one for displays of affection- the Jedi weren't exactly raised on them either- but they were practically his younger sibling. He wouldn't let them face whatever had brought them here alone.

"Vod," he greeted, his voice rough with sleep. He huffed and pushed himself up into a sitting position, propping himself on his elbows as he gestured for them to come closer. His hand instinctively went to rub at his face, the motion to wake himself up further. He knew his gruff demeanor might not be the most comforting, but it was what he had. "What's up, kid?" He kept his voice low and steady, hoping to project a sense of calm despite the worry gnawing at him.