"Ventus!" The Seeker hesitated another split astro-second, trying to assess if the cry was due to his own movement or being attacked.  He'd experienced both himself, so he knew it could be either.  Hearing nothing else, he guessed the former.

  Sliding forward on his hands and knees, he swept each hand in slow, wide arcs before putting his weight on it.  Finally, his fingers brushed familiar armor.  "Ventus…"  The large Decepticon's touch was surprisingly light and gentle as he sat back on his heels and carefully explored with his fingertips.  From the sharp, interrupting cry, asking if the boy was hurt was pointless.  "How badly injured are you?"