*Again, she winces, voicing frustration and a feeling of hands tied, to Primus; surely something can be done for them? Cyclonus is too busy, Scourge is too fragile... she can only pray for them to hold on, for the moment. She peers at Scourge with dimmed optics* Cyclonus needs a vacation. Badly. And take you with him. Perhaps if the truce solidifies, in time..? *more sighing* I hate to watch this happen to either of you.