[it's hard to miss a fitful rest when the person having it is literally in your arms, but donatello doesn't comment. it's not going to help anybody, and it's irrelevant to the task at hand besides.
that task being 'get leo into the lair,' which may prove more taxing than donnie had anticipated. he watches leo struggle, watches him slowly, painfully roll from his sitting position up onto his knees. the cracks on his plastron betray the wounds there, but the back of his shell can't be much better. the truth is, there's no way to help without hurting leo somehow, but-]
...all right, [donnie disengages his battle shell. since it's composed of mystic energy it simply dissolves, and donnie mourns the loss of his physical battle shell back in the krang ship. still, he slings april's jacket over his shoulders before slipping down to a knee in front of leo, his soft shell turned toward his brother.] Get on.
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that task being 'get leo into the lair,' which may prove more taxing than donnie had anticipated. he watches leo struggle, watches him slowly, painfully roll from his sitting position up onto his knees. the cracks on his plastron betray the wounds there, but the back of his shell can't be much better. the truth is, there's no way to help without hurting leo somehow, but-]
...all right, [donnie disengages his battle shell. since it's composed of mystic energy it simply dissolves, and donnie mourns the loss of his physical battle shell back in the krang ship. still, he slings april's jacket over his shoulders before slipping down to a knee in front of leo, his soft shell turned toward his brother.] Get on.