Frisk lets out a soft breath of relief, closing their eyes and letting their head rest against the bars. But there's something in Chara's tone that makes them look up again, some of that worry still clinging on.

They know very well the grievances that Chara has with anyone in authority, they way they scowl and grumble and snap about how they're just bullies that think they're justified, how they can't be trusted for anything. Frisk never believed a bit of it, but they know that sometimes bad eggs can rise up to prove something like that. They remember listening to the other kids in the old homes, the scary stories they sometimes talked about.

But that's not how it is here. Someone like that would be found out right away...wouldn't they?

They squeeze Chara's hand for a moment, trying their best to be reassuring. "I'll come back, too. Okay?"