[ It's true that Rocket isn't what most would call comforting, at least by any conventional definition of the word. But Hilda had always found comfort in his presence more so than his words. Maybe that's what a deep friendship meant to her nowadays. Time stretched on before them. There was no telling what would happen between now and then, even if a god had the power to see into the future. What mattered most to her was being able to stay by the side of those she cared for the most.

Corny, perhaps, but it was the truth.

And she thought of him specifically because she knew that not all of his creations turned out the way he wanted them to go either. Out of most anyone, she was sure he'd be able to understand. Or at least, maybe, provide some words of wisdom.

Her arms curl around as much of him as she can letting it out. Eventually it's enough for her to force some words out through her hiccupping. ]

Something I made for someone blew them up! Well, not really blew them up, it was more like it flattened them but it doesn't really matter because I didn't mean for it to happen.

[ Here's your cue to try not to laugh, Rocket. ]