[That's definitely not good. As Frisk goes to their knees, Ginko moves closer, starting to crouch down--so he's in a perfect position to see the black liquid as it starts seeping out of Frisk's eyelids. He freezes, eye going wide--that smell--it's an effort not to immediately think 'mushi', even after all this time. But it must be something else; Frisk isn't even from his world. All that passes through Ginko's mind in a second...
...and is utterly derailed by what Frisk says. That voice... that isn't remotely Frisk's voice. What's going on, here?]
Frisk, can you hear me? [He finishes crouching down in front of Frisk, but he's still hovering, not touching yet. He doesn't know how the kid will react to touch.] I don't know how to help you. Can I take you to the medbay?
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...and is utterly derailed by what Frisk says. That voice... that isn't remotely Frisk's voice. What's going on, here?]
Frisk, can you hear me? [He finishes crouching down in front of Frisk, but he's still hovering, not touching yet. He doesn't know how the kid will react to touch.] I don't know how to help you. Can I take you to the medbay?