[Don takes a quiet moment to focus, then traces his fingers around the edges of the bandage - he's already learned that aiming magic at the bandage itself does no good. Raph might feel a strange pulling sensation as his plastron knits fractionally.]
[With a small reserve of magic still held in his hands, Don pulls back.] Your eyes?
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[With a small reserve of magic still held in his hands, Don pulls back.] Your eyes?