A patronus, Coran tells Allura, is the vivid memory of your father's arms around you from years prior. It's the pride that fills you when a mission goes well, it's watching the paladins grow into something great and its being part of you that glows when everything goes as planned. It's knowing you're holding out for our entire race. In a flare there's a crane standing and Allura is giggling.

A patronus, Coran tells Lance, is when you were accepted into the Galaxy Garrison. It's the determination every time you get turned down, it's sleeping late on weekends and the taste of coffee every morning. It's the feeling of freedom as you speed through on a hovercraft at midnight when you shouldn't even be up. In a flash there's a skinny house cat bounding around and Lance is smirking.

A patronus, Coran tells Hank, is the smell of fresh cooked bread. It's the pitter-patter of the rain against the metal roof, it's getting pulled off for a 'team bonding' adventure and the feeling of a calm flight that rarely happens. It's sitting up late to stare at the stars in the realizations you'll get to travel through them some day. In a spark there's a panda bear lumbering about and Hank is proud.

A patronus, Coran tells Pidge, is staying up late to tinker with this project or that. It's succeeding in your latest project, it's hacking into the system to reading everything on everything and its learning something you never knew about the team. It's the smell of rain on the dusty ground outside when you wander outside to sit in the rain. In a sizzle there's a collie dog trotting in circles and Pidge is grinning.

A patronus, Coran tells Shiro, is the feeling every time you form Voltron. It's the smell of fire that come from someone in the team, its ache of sore muscles after a long training session and the pride when everyone's done a good job during the same one. It's waking up in the middle of the night with the reassurance of another's breath in the room. In a flare there's a wolf prowling and Shiro is smiling.

A patronus, Coran tells Keith, is the satisfying crunch of knuckle against someone's bone. It's the freedom of the wind against your face when you're speeding away, it's staying up late to see meteor showers in the crystal clear sky of the desert and it's training to the sound of rain at midnight. It's wanting to prove yourself to everyone else even though you know you don't have to. In a wave there's… nothing. Nothing shows up for Keith and he doesn't seem surprised and perhaps that's what surprises everyone the most.