*curls up with you, gently rubbing your chest as you sleep*

Rest will make you stronger. *nuzzles*

Thank you, sir.

I /must/ go out for a short flight, my lord.

Then I shall also stay... but...

I'm not going anywhere, dearest.

Hmm... *tilts his head like he's considering it*

Where else would I go?

*Helps you wipe it all up* My poor Galvatron...

Eugh! *jumps up and rolls off of you so you don't get /gross/ all over him.*

*drinks some of it-- it's spiked with healing nanites, though, so he hands it back to you.* Drink.

*nuzzles* Probably. But you're supposed to be regal and majestic, not a cranky old bot. *teasing*

His mate would prefer if he did it without snapping at him.

You /were/ complaining.

So you must excuse me for wishing to spend time with you now.

*wings droop a bit* I meant no offense.

You've done nothing /but/ rest for the past few days.

*sighs*

The mistake could have happened anywhere.

My lord, I am shocked and appalled by such unprofessional behavior...