"Yeah."

He'd been on the Magog World Ship, too. He'd gone down there to pull his crew off that hellish thing. He'd searched those endless labyrinthine caves for Harper and Tyr, had fought off Magog to try to protect them. Had pulled their asses out of there in one piece. But Dylan suffered no worse damage down there than a broken leg that was healed in a few days.

Harper had come out of it the worst, carrying the legacy of the Magog attack. They hadn't been good weeks or months that followed for him, and for Harper, that nightmare's only just ended. Of course caves had a bad association for him.

He'd hoped that Harper would have kept out of the caves when he was stuck down on the planet, and ... it hadn't taken much to guess why when he'd found out he had.

"I know."

Harper's perched on the edge of the bed, but Dylan sits a little straighter, leans forward, presses one hand, just for a couple of moments, to Harper's shoulder.

Nothing that's happened here changes the fact that Harper's on his crew and his crew, for Dylan, are the closest he has to family.