Or in this case, in the thick of battle, children do better than expected. At the least, Frisk seems distinctly unruffled, taking on the task of giving Regis something to lean on, glancing back at the telling creak of vines.
Another thing they're more familiar with than they'd care to be.]
We'll be okay.
[Said with confidence- not entirely a lie. They will be okay; a bright thread of red in their chest is determined to ensure his safety-- as for everyone else?
There's a lot of fighters, here.]
This way, please.
[Towards the exit, and the city. Cover from the less welcome of Hadriel's new guests.]
I apologize- you seem to have been adopted by Small Children
Or in this case, in the thick of battle, children do better than expected. At the least, Frisk seems distinctly unruffled, taking on the task of giving Regis something to lean on, glancing back at the telling creak of vines.
Another thing they're more familiar with than they'd care to be.]
We'll be okay.
[Said with confidence- not entirely a lie. They will be okay; a bright thread of red in their chest is determined to ensure his safety-- as for everyone else?
There's a lot of fighters, here.]
This way, please.
[Towards the exit, and the city. Cover from the less welcome of Hadriel's new guests.]