[She's lucky if she could reliably carry 100 pounds, but at least Rey's not dangling off a rooftop, so that's a better start, all things considered. Once she's up, Alphys backs away, trying to give her some space, though anxiously peering at her and over towards the edge.]
That's, uhm, I mean... t-thank you. Are you h-hurt, or, uhm, anything? I mean, I hope not. You seem ok. But that was also, uh, really f-fast! And probably complicated.
... And that was, uhm, a l-long way to ask if you're alright. And. Stuff.
[Swing and a miss. Her anxiety is creeping up on her hard here, but she's trying to be as little of a goofball as possible when the threat of getting caught by demons is still very much imminent.]
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That's, uhm, I mean... t-thank you. Are you h-hurt, or, uhm, anything? I mean, I hope not. You seem ok. But that was also, uh, really f-fast! And probably complicated.
... And that was, uhm, a l-long way to ask if you're alright. And. Stuff.
[Swing and a miss. Her anxiety is creeping up on her hard here, but she's trying to be as little of a goofball as possible when the threat of getting caught by demons is still very much imminent.]