It's over now, and they're a mess. Worse for the wear is too generous a term, but at least it's over now. Arcee's spark is heavy as she comes up swiftly at Rodimus' side, ignoring the weight of her heavy spark as she slings his good arm around her shoulders. Orion's blaster fire had done a serious number on his shoulder, and to say she isn't worried would be a bald-faced lie. She feels more than responsible. This happened under her command.

"I've got you, Rodimus. I'm right here." There's no triumph in her voice, just weariness, but she swallows it down and keeps her voice steady. They need some kind of leader right now. She lets him lean against her as he needs to, supporting his weight. "Come on, soldier -- one foot in front of the other. Let's get back to base."

She looks back at Magnus, gratitude and concern both shining in her optics. "There's a first aid kit back at the ship. I'm no Ratchet, but I can at least patch you up for now. Thank you, Magnus. We couldn't have done this without you."