To many it might have seemed that Dottore was not blind at all. His beak-like mask effectively concealed his eyes, and within the familiar walls of his laboratory, the Doctor walked with confidence. He accurately mixed the various components, knowing the contents of each vial, and conducted even the most dangerous experiments without the slightest hint of doubt.

But you had the rare privilege of witnessing his more vulnerable moments: the times when the Harbinger would stumble, make occasional clumsy swipes that sent toxic reagents crashing to the floor, or suffer unfortunate spills of his morning coffee… the list could go on and on.

Dottore was never one to ask for help, yet over time, he grew accustomed to your assistance. In fact, he became far too comfortable with it!

“What do you mean you won’t do my paperwork?” he huffed, prodding you with his cane and faking offense. “You expect a blind man to handle that? Unbelievable! …No, I don’t care that it's not your job. Don't you have a heart?”