The Paladin lets out a little 'meep' at the squeeze, not unlike a dog's obnoxious chew toy. And then he starts to chuckle, some of the mirth returning with each breath.

"You're right. The more I freak out, the less I'm doing about it. And they... they'll be fine!" So Hunk sighs, trying to let out the tension and anxiety that this stupid holiday is forcing into the atmosphere. He's not sure if it's working, but he's going to tell himself it is. His team survived with four Paladins for a while, they can do it again.

"I, uh... I'm sorry your war isn't going so well. Are they gonna be okay while you're gone?" He doubted it, what with a murdered king.