Cyclonus feels thoroughly wrung out as Wing tugs him over, limp and loose like all his struts briefly turned molten. There's still a burn in his belly, but it's much more bearable now.

He opens his mouth to say something when a soft finger touches his face, startling him with the gentle intimacy of it.

"I-" His voice crackles and he reboots it, looking rather baffled. "Much better."