How nice, Chara thinks a little hysterically, they brought me a friend. The joke isn't very funny, and it's a sign of how strained they are that they don't bounce back from it immediately. The other child wasn't moving. He was covered in some substance that the poor lighting rendered near-black.

...Blood?

Chara's nostrils drag air in, and they wonder if they can smell the carnage from this distance. There was so much of it. Was the other kid even alive? Did they bring Chara a corpse? They'd told Chara to sleep, and brought food for them to eat, but maybe their plan was to kill everyone all along.

The prisoners take centuries to sort themselves out, and when they finally do Chara springs to their feet, walking stiffly towards him. He's tiny. There's only one kid aboard the Moira that's this size, and if that's his blood, then he's probably dead, and the smell of it should be weighing heavily in Chara's nostrils. Chara doesn't smell any, do they--? The smell is vivid enough to nearly taste, just from memories, but it's not actually here--?

Chara kneels beside him, touching his shoulder.

It's dry.

Relief rushes through them, and Chara grits their teeth, instantly snatching their hand back. Just because they're not stuck with some blood-soaked corpse doesn't mean they're any closer to safety. In fact, if Link turns out to be some stupid little kid who loses his head and starts to cry as soon as he wakes up, then Chara's just worse off than they started.

"Hey." They pour more force into the word, "Hey, wake up."