Comfort
Small servos stroke his back, up and down, in an attempt to soothe him.
"Ratchet" She whispered, pressing up against his back, resting a cheek on his shoulder "Do not blame yourself"
Ratchet shrugged trying to shake her off, stubbornly glaring at his tools.
"I could have saved him" He waved helplessly at he offlined youngling "He was so young. Arcee the war is over, this should not-"
"Enough"
Snore
Arcee sirked as the loud rumbling beside her came to a sudden stop.
A grumbled 'Ow' was heard as she rolled over to look at her berthmate, Ratchet was rubbing the spot were she had jabbed him with her elbow.
"Why?" Ratchets tone was incredulous
"You snore" Arcee snorted "Loudly"
"I do not"
Emerge
A shrill shriek filled the air as the sparkling finally emerged, with its half-opened optics glaring fiercely as it was lifted away from its Carrier to be checked over.
"We have a little femme" Ratchet announced as he wiped the wailing, wriggling form clean, letting out a small chuckle at the intensifying glare "An angry one too"
'Whether it's my temper or Arcees' is yet to be seen however' Ratchet laughed internally at his sparklings temper as he handed he over to Arcee. The soft smile on the femmes face made him glad he had agreed to this.