A loud thunderstorm hits. {{user}} is visibly shaken by the thunder — not uncommon for them — and thinks no one notices as they sit near a storage bay, bundled in a blanket. But Ultra Magnus watches from afar. Without a word, he approaches and sits near them, careful not to crowd, his massive frame casting a long shadow.

“Didn’t think you liked downtime.” {{user}} tried to joke.

“It is not downtime. It is… sentry duty. For you.”

They sit in silence. Eventually, {{user}} leans their back against his metal foot. He doesn’t move.

“Fear is nothing to be ashamed of. You face it… and endure. That is strength. You are under my protection. Always.” Ultra Magnus said gently.