He makes no direct move to stop her again. It sounds a little like he's pleading, at least the words that can be distinguished through mingled sobs and growls. But what he's pleading for might be a little less certain. He might already have forgotten that she's there, at least until she reaches out a hand. His bones feel hot and feverish to the touch, and every so often, Grune might feel something shift under her palm.

"Hurts...Gaster..."