“I don't need to know you to mean you no harm.” Wing whispered as he crouched down next to the barely conscious Cybertronian laying in the hot sands that made up the desert close to New Crystal City. “You need assistance greatly. Even if you did have ill intent, you can do nothing in your current state hm~? Come. Let’s get you someplace to get patched up.”

With a grunt he lifted the mecha into his arms, being sure to not jostle them too much. “A stranger in need is a friend indeed...”