[... Well that relief lasted about as long as a fart in the wind, thanks. That look they give her, checking her for injuries like it's their, their responsibility, it's-- One ear folds back, flicking uneasily. Something's up.
And whatever hint of a smile may have tugged at her lips at the sight of them alive and whole, it drops completely at their silent message. Their signing, their body language, the sense of business-like urgency in their not-words-- She's practically looking for a smile on their face that doesn't belong there.
But that's nonsense, that's utter horseshit, that better not be what's happening? The familiar feeling in her heart of a note ringing out to find its match better be wrong.
She lets the basket drop to the ground and steps forward to their side. Holds out her hand for them, because Frisk would take it happily.
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And whatever hint of a smile may have tugged at her lips at the sight of them alive and whole, it drops completely at their silent message. Their signing, their body language, the sense of business-like urgency in their not-words-- She's practically looking for a smile on their face that doesn't belong there.
But that's nonsense, that's utter horseshit, that better not be what's happening? The familiar feeling in her heart of a note ringing out to find its match better be wrong.
She lets the basket drop to the ground and steps forward to their side. Holds out her hand for them, because Frisk would take it happily.
Won't they?]
Alright. Let's walk.