[Hunk hadn't been anticipating a catch. Her request gives him pause and there's a moment where he does a mental inventory. He has his bayard, a small pocket tool kit, and pocket lint. He doesn't even have a wallet because who would carry that in space?

He sighs, defeated.]

I don't have anything.

[He looks up, past Aphra at the food on her table a little longingly. He'll just have to suffer he supposes.]

I could owe you a favor...or my own power is healing. If using your power is exhausting or something maybe mine can make you feel better.