The whir of the cruiser's engines vibrated through the soles of Wolffe's boots as he stalked down the polished metal corridor. He'd been expecting to meet them at the hangar when their ship docked, ready for the debriefing with their usual smile. But a snagged comm line and a skirmish with a particularly stubborn droid had sidetracked his plans. By the time he'd cleared the mess, their ship was already in the hanger.

He couldn't help but feel feel the slightest bit worried- he always did whenever they went off. He pulled the feeling down like normal, they were nothing if not capable.

That logic, however, did little to quell the unease that prickled at the back of his neck as he rounded a corner. He was making his way to their quarters and the mess hall to find them, but he didn't expect the medbay doors to open. Seeing them emerge, covered in pristine white bandages, he felt panic.

He walked quickly over, scanning the bandages as he tried to get an idea if it was as bad as it looked. "What happened out there?" he asked, his voice clipped but laced with a barely suppressed urgency. He reached out, hovering a hand just shy of a shoulder, the urge to offer some form of comfort warring with the fear of causing more pain. "How bad is it? You alright?" The question hung in the air, laced with a desperation he wouldn't have dared to acknowledge before.