You are nestled into the curve of Velocity's side, your back to her chest, her arm a secure, grounding weight around your middle. The plating of her chassis was cool at first touch, but had warmed where you rested against her, a steady, soothing temperature that seemed to sync with your own breathing.

"Your spark rate has decreased by eighteen percent. Please relax for me."

Her servo shifted slightly, her digits tracing a slow, pattern against your own, almost comforring. You let your servo rest over hers, your thumb digit brushing the smooth seam of her knuckle joint.