Lyra had said that Dale wore glasses. She hadn’t seen them on his face, nor were they in the pile of things they’d removed at the hospital. Most likely they were at the bottom of the reservoir. Maybe one of Fluttershy’s fishy friends could find them; if not, Sea Swirl probably could. It would be much simpler than taking him to an optometrist: besides the logistical nightmare of getting him to Canterlot or Manehattan, the instruments weren’t set up for his eyes. If they recovered his glasses, they could just take measurements off the lenses and grind more, if needed. She hastily scribbled out a note; she could give it to Owlowiscious and have him deliver it to Sea Swirl.