[Their brows knit together, faintly--they remember feeling eyes on them for that long walk, never approaching but always watching. Nearby, as if he thought they needed...as if they deserved any care.]
Oh.
[Frisk lowers their head, curls up again--maybe he'll leave, if they don't let on about their sight. They know how he cares, despite the gruff attitude he puts off, but they can't let anyone near. They're not supposed to anymore. They aren't...]
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Oh.
[Frisk lowers their head, curls up again--maybe he'll leave, if they don't let on about their sight. They know how he cares, despite the gruff attitude he puts off, but they can't let anyone near. They're not supposed to anymore. They aren't...]
'M okay.
[Please, just let them be.]