"Got it-- I'm going to put them in your hand one at a time, alright?" It's not like Ginko's never popped a glass eye into someone's head before, but... well, Hector is a fully-conscious grown man and not a passed-out child, so he can probably do it himself once he's got a hold of the thing.

Unfortunately, this whole thing is complicated a little when... everyone is upset and needs some kind of help, apparently. Ginko gives Faust a worried glance over his shoulder as he scoops up Hector's eyes; he knows that getting used to how easily Hector's various pieces just come off can be pretty rough, but it seems to be hitting Faust harder than he'd expect.

"Yeah, but he's not used to that-- here's your eye." He sets one glass ball carefully in Hector's remaining hand, making sure he's got a grip on it before letting go, and holds out the other for him to take once he can see again. "He's sort of fragile, Faust. You should probably sit down."

And maybe not try to help.