Gold optics stared blankly at his own empty hand for a long moment, before turning just enough to stare down at the huddled minibot.

::...No. No there are not. Not for this. But it is my right and choice.::

Mirage reached out once more, fingers stretched as he laid a gentle palm over Cliffjumper's helm. Then he dropped his voice, chant falling down to a previously unheard octave; it echoed through the room at a strut-rattling frequency, coursing along circuits and even numbing his own pain receptors for a long moment.

That jittery thing flared at the call, frequency smoothing out briefly into something more soothing and profound. And noticeable.