Drift's mouth compresses to a thin line as Wing groans, tempted to call for Ambulon. What little first aid he knows doesn't help much here. But Wing doesn't give him much time or room for decision, and besides, he's content enough to take Wing's weight, just to feel a humming, alive system against his.

"It looked, for a bit, that they were trying to protect something, prevent us from getting deeper into the caves." Which of course in Drift-speak means he really wants to know what.

He shutters his optics, briefly. "I don't know. It wasn't in his body." He looked, trust him. "It's something we all need to worry about."