Is that what this is? [Her forehead crinkles, furrowing at the connection.] Some reward. Think we probably-- [--open plain, stricken by drought. The ground, brittle, crackles open as if someone has sped up the video. Something large, with too many teeth and claws, shudders its last breath, and dies—then decomposes at high speed, into the--] --could've done without it. How are you holding up?

[She's almost to them, Chara's form resolving itself clearer as she approaches. There's a brief urge to reach out—and it's quashed, just as quickly, a red line drawn around "TOUCH". As if compensating, her voice picks up the slack, a low, gentle reverb of warmth, crouching down as she addresses them.]

You don't look so good. Do you want me to get you some tea?