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“Where are we?” Smokescreen rubbed his eyes when Grimlock opened the flap of the small tent to check on the Pixies inside.
“Iacon. Near Healer’s Hall. Us have safe place to rest for night here.” That Ratchet would be able to look the Pixies over and give them proper food was something he didn’t add. Smokescreen still had trouble trusting any Humans, after being sold for entertainment when he was captured during his escape from Praxus.
“That’s awfully close to the Humans,” Smokescreen, predictably, protested immediately.
“Yes,” Grimlock agreed. “But safe. Them Healers no hurt Pixies. No hurt me Grimlock.”
Smokescreen took a deep breath before nodding. “All right. But if they try anything…”
“Me Grimlock protect you Smokscreen and him Barricade.”
Smokescreen looked to the unconscious Pixie next to him for a moment before nodding. “All right. I’ll trust you. You’ve kept us safe this long.”
“Me keep you safe, all way home.”
“Thank you, Grimlock.” Smokescreen tried to smile at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes.