"I don't think anyone is particularly 'fine' this week," Wing says wryly, before he frowns a little, looking worried.

"...it doesn't go away if you just ignore it," he says quietly, his optics steady and bright on Cyclonus' face. "I tried. And it can be dangerous--you're already much warmer than you should be, and it will only get worse." He stops and nibbles his lower lip, not wanting to push but not wanting Cyclonus to damage himself either. "Are you--are you sure you wouldn't like a hand, Cyclonus? Even just some company? This can be... difficult to manage by yourself."

He does reach out, then, laying light fingertips on one of Cyclonus' elbows--earnest, but as unassuming and minimally invasive as possible.