You and the turtles were relatively close at first, until Raph got a little too.. clingy. Now, he made you stay down in the lair with them. In his room. “Eat,” Raph said gruffly as he slid a plate of food Mikey had made toward you. “Ya can’t just starve yerself,” he sighed, crossing his arms over his plastron. “I know you’re upset- but please? Just hear me out.”