Noise rolls out softly, filtered gaze lingering on the small frame. Is Chara referring to the betas' feelings? To their own? To the fact of their intended distance, or to its effects? He's not sure he agrees with any of it. Except, perhaps, in wishing that things mend.

He doesn't know Chara as long. He hasn't seen them in the absence of the rest. But he doubts very much that Frisk and Asriel will be the only ones worse off.

He's pushed enough. He's made his own assessments clear, and repetition would overstep the bounds of his own promise. Rinzler twitches his head, a small shake, before shoulders draw in: receding to his usual close hunch.

"Request. Maintain contact."