[Her tone is crisp, but there's still plenty of relief to find there. She knows. They don't have to attempt an explanation, letting their hand drop from hers as their shoulders visibly lose some tension. This is why they came to her. There's no reason not to open Frisk's eyes, though they have to squint against the harsh lighting of the sun. Maybe someday, when the world deems it reasonable to give them a moment to exhale, they'll remember to request a pair of sunglasses for their Partner.]
No. [The child confirms grimly, fingers running over the hilt of their knife. Or, their knife, sheathed at their hip.] I don't know where Chara is.
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This is why they came to her.
There's no reason not to open Frisk's eyes, though they have to squint against the harsh lighting of the sun. Maybe someday, when the world deems it reasonable to give them a moment to exhale, they'll remember to request a pair of sunglasses for their Partner.]
No. [The child confirms grimly, fingers running over the hilt of their knife. Or, their knife, sheathed at their hip.] I don't know where Chara is.