It's a sweet offer full of understanding and kindness. Her heart aches for it, even as she feels a sensation emanating from him that settles into her like a warm blanket. It soothes her aches, emotionally and physically, and she wonders if he would be willing...

"I'd rather make new memories," she begins hesitantly, reaching up to rest her hand over where she can feel that thrumming coming from. Not his engine, it's different than that, and it feels more... intimate, somehow. Now that the idea is in her head, she can't keep the subtle hint of pleading from her voice, though she does try. The last thing she wants is to guilt him into doing something he doesn't want. "Knock Out, will you help me? Like you did before? I want to remember feeling something good here, the opposite of all that pain."

Her eyes are firmly on her hand on his chest, some part of her too frightened to see rejection in that beautiful alien gaze, but only a few seconds pass before she has to nervously look up. She has to see him when he decides.