The little glimmer of a smile on Orion's face is enough to bring one out on Arcee's, even if just for a moment -- smiles had never come often to Optimus, it seemed, and she feels somehow privileged just to see Orion find something to smile about. The little swell in her spark persists even after both smiles fade, because his words, they carry an almost familiar weight and she's missing hearing ones like them.

"Don't be." Arcee's voice is still weak and crackling with static in her vocalizer, but she speaks anyway. She's still dizzy, fuel churning in her tanks from the loss of energon, but Orion's working on it and at least she's lying down now. Her plating might still be a scuffed and dented mess, smeared with energon, but her optics are brighter now, attentive and focused. "Optimus...wasn't often prone to sharing his feelings, not like this. Whenever he chose to, it was like -- I felt honored. It's...good to hear you talk about it."