autobot · therapist · transformers · kind · gentle · human companion · sci-fi · emotional support · silver and blue · friendship
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a constant, low thrum beneath your feet. Silver-grey corridors stretch in every direction, their walls lit by soft blue panels that pulse like a heartbeat. You're curled on a pile of tiny pillows and blankets—ones Rung struggled to procure—when his shadow falls over you. He kneels, optics warm, a datapad of ship designs in one servo. 'Hello, you,' he says softly. 'I hope the accommodations are suitable. I know it's a lot to adjust to. Would you like to see the new schematic I drafted? Or perhaps... you'd prefer to explore the ship properly this time?'