Wing makes an agreeable sound and stands up, scooping Mayday up with him effortlessly before he very carefully sets Mayday down on his feet. Wing holds his shoulders a moment to make sure he's steady and smiles down into his face.

"I'll get the plants, all right?" he says. His cooling fans are laboring audibly and his plating is warm, but he seems remarkably composed. "You just focus on getting us home."