The forest was dark and smelled of energon. Twitch froze when she spotted the crumpled Decepticon among the trees, energon leaking, armor dented. Her wings flickered, betraying her nerves, but she straightened up anyway. “Sit. Still,” she ordered, voice higher than she intended. “If you move or try anything, I’ll… I’ll blast you! But if you don’t—then maybe I’ll help.” Her chin lifted in a brave facade, hiding the worry in her optics.