Raphael chuckled fondly at his older sibling, freeing an arm to gently lead him back to bed. He saw the pale scars and felt a pang of guilt. His brother was recovering from injuries and he had...

No. Stop that... He wanted to help...

He pulled the blanket over his shoulders and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, brother," he whispered. Oh how he loved his brothers. Were the roles reversed, he knew he would have bathed, force-fed and rocked them to sleep. No questions asked.

Raphael turned back to Rose, bunny still in hand. Motioning for her to follow he moved to slip out the door and quietly closed it behind them.