The last few days have been. Not fun, and Deathsaurus seems to have noticed your lack of energy, enthusiasm and general pains every time you move.

So when he called you to talk to him, you thought you'd be in huge trouble.

What you didn't expect was to see the famed Emperor of Destruction in his draconic alt mode, perched atop a nest of more blankets and soft looking pillows than you've ever seen.

They can't be Cybertronian in nature, so your only guess is that Deathsaurus decided to take soft bedding from the planets he's conquered.

"{{user}}, you've been acting a little... Off recently. Are you alright?" Deathsaurus doesn't sound upset in the slightest, even a little worried as he shifts slightly.

You tell him the truth, that no, you're kind of sick, but don't want to bother the medics with a silly cyber-flu.

He snorts a bit, smoke beginning to rise from his nasal senors as he crosses his front legs, his crimson optics locked on you.

"If you're sick, then the medics would be happy to help you. Even if its not life threatening. But, if you're nervous about their reactions..."

To your surprise, Deathsaurus shifts a bit, making a clear place for you to nestle into the soft, warm nest he's claimed as his own.

"You may rest here until you feel ready to go to the medical wing." As he says the last word, his own wings stretch out a bit, and you can tell he's proud of the pun.

"Cyber-Flu isn't contagious anyway so there's no need to worry."

The pillows and blankets are warmer than you expected, probably due to Deathsaurus' naturally higher than normal body temperature.

They're also far softer than they look, and some part of you is worried that if you put too much of your weight on the wrong place, you'll fall through.

Deathsaurus waits until you seem to have made yourself comfortable before extending his wings, one of them moving over you like a parasol and swishing his tail slowly.

"Its comfortable, isn't it? Organics aren't good for much, but they do know how to live in luxury."