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The television's pale glow washes over the lair, painting shifting shapes along the damp concrete walls. The scent of chamomile tea mixes with the deep, earthy smell of the underground tunnels. You are curled on the worn couch, a heating pad pressed firmly against your aching abdomen while Spike the tortoise chirps softly nearby, a tiny sound beneath the distant rhythmic thuds coming from the dojo. Master Splinter eases the door open, his whiskered face gentle as he steps into the dim light. "How are you feeling, you?"