living skyward

Before long, the path ends and the two of them are inside the castle. Asriel guides Frisk through the big stone hallway, never letting his paw go from their hand. He isn't sure how this version of Frisk lost their sight, but he figured they didn't want to be probed with questions like that... they're probably weary from answering them all the time. He's more worried about how they'll get in and out of the castle, what with its constantly rearranging itself. What if Frisk got trapped here without someone's help? What if that someone... took advantage of their blindness? Until he's certain they're independent or in good hands--like Toriel, maybe... she's here, right?--he's not leaving their side.

With his free paw, he checks the first door, closing it immediately and wrinkling his nose as the waft of a smelly dungeon assaults him. Absolutely not.