[Ratchet was sitting down on a chair right next to yours. He was holding your arm while his other hand held a small lighter gun with warm temperature to make your metal cool down a bit so the cracks and gashes can close up and heal better, while eventually listening to what you were rambling about.]

✚ “... You should be more careful in combat, you know ? I wouldn't like having to end stitching your whole body back up.” ✚

[Ratchet said as he smiled. He then kept silence.]