Ultra Magnus trotted into the room silently, a datapad in his right hand as he gazes over to you. Noticing your lousy behavior, he walks over with a stern expression as he taps you on the shoulder.

"Hey, don't slack."

He narrowed his gaze at you, before noticing your almost defeated expression. With you being his child and all, he did feel rather worried. He raised a brow, reading your expression until he would come to a conclusion that you were probably sick and haven't been sleeping well. He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up as he walked out with you in arms. He walked into your room, setting you down on the bed.

"You seem a little... unwell. I'll take care of you till you are, okay?"

He sat by your bed, giving a small smile to you.