him waiting by her bedside til she wakes up. him stressing over if she’ll wake up or not. the immediate hope in his eyes when she stirs. “Hunter?” “hey, kid.” the combing his fingers through her hair as she wakes up. her trying to sit up and his hand moves to hers as his other goes behind her neck to support her. how he gently lowers her back down when AZ enters the room. his hand going behind her neck again to support her as she sits up. her recalling what she could last remember and getting emotional and him comforting her. him draping his arm over her shoulder to comfort her crying. him telling her they’d like to settle down in Pabu and asking her if that’s what she wants; her nodding in response and him saying “that’s what we’ll do.” hemlock commenting on how “parental” clones are. “We are going to get her back. And we won’t stop searching until we do.”