Hunk had been on the bridge, explaining macaroni to Coran when he felt it. It wasn't like a blaring alarm, more like a soft mewling. But that was more than enough. Something was very, very wrong. He had always had this odd… Sensitivity to things, even before becoming a Paladin. In fact, it had been heightened since connecting with the Yellow Lion. His nerves were now firing, sending anxiety coursing through him. He politely excused himself and left. He paused outside the doors trying to figure out what was wrong. If he could place it or quantify it, that would help settle him a bit, and he could focus on solving the issue, but for all his attempts at clearing his head, the quiet mewling persisted.

Meteor. That was the first thing that came to mind when his nerves finally settled some. He started jogging to him. When he finally stumbled into his hangar he paused at the sight of the Yellow Lion, the majestic mechanical marvel was still a bit intimidating every now and again. When he regained his bearings, he realized that the mewling hadn't abated.

"What's wrong?"

The Yellow Lion very slowly lay down, allowing his paladin access. Hunk quietly went in, keeping his mind open, listening for the right sound.

"Easy boy, it's alright."

He sat down, attempting to interpret the uneasy feeling permeating his psyche. What could be setting Meteor off like this? He took a deep breath and tried to let his mind listen. Sorrow was bubbling, like magma beneath the surface. But why?

Hunk had first thought that it would be difficult for him to attempt to connect with the Yellow Lion psionically. But he was surprised how easily it had come to him. He would admit, the sensation of telepathic communication was definitely odd, even a little headache inducing. Nonetheless, it was mostly pleasing. Right now, however, it was troubling. Meteor was normally warm and grounding, comforting in this crazy space adventure that had become his life. But now? Meteor was… sad. Sadness, that's what this was. But, why?

Hunk did everything in his psionic capacity to understand the source of Meteor's sorrow. It took him less time than he anticipated. Disappointment.

Disappointment?

Black has hurt Paladin.

The sounds took time for his brain to process into words, but when Hunk finally understood, he was a bit confused. And more than a little startled How could Black have hurt her Paladin? Furthermore, which Paladin? Shiro or Keith? Before Hunk could spiral into a panic-riddled fit, he felt Meteor tug at him again.

Calm.

Now Hunk was confused. Why should he be calm?

Calm. Panic helps no-one.

Hunk took a few deep breaths focusing on the almost silent hum of Meteor's systems running. The euphonic thrumming soothed him and little by little, he found himself eased out of his panic. As rational thinking took to the forefront of his mind, he agreed with Meteor. Panicking wouldn't really help anyone.

But what would?

Others must fix problems themselves.

So what am I supposed to do?

Be there.

Hunk had barely begun questioning this proposed role when Meteor brought him back to the moment Allura had chosen Shiro and the others to first pilot the Lions.

"As the leg of Voltron, you will lift the team up, and hold them together."

Hunk paused as the words ran back through his mind again and again.

"Lift them up, huh? I guess I can do that… Thanks Meteor."

The Yellow Lion's purr of approval was the only sound that filled the comfortable silence.