"Hey," Ratchet says gently, and he can't stop himself from reaching up, one large fingertip brushing her cheek, extraordinarily gently. "You're going to be all right. Not just because I want you to be, either--there aren't that many of us here, and I don't think Prowl's stupid enough to try something when we have so many other more pressing concerns, not after his involvement in so much else has come out recently. Magnus ripped him a new one back on Cybertron in front of a small crowd of people, I only heard about it afterward. Apparently it was really something to see."

He thinks for a long moment, his expression quiet. "No, you're right. They haven't come out. I don't even know if they should." His lips thin, and he regards Verity seriously. "But Ironfist didn't give them to me. He gave them to you. If you do want advice, Magnus would know better than anyone what to do with them, if there's anyone you'd trust enough to share them with. Magnus isn't the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord anymore, not after Luna-1, but still. And we--we'd never willingly let anything happen to you, all right? ...there are other people here you can trust, too, should you choose to."