Frisk flexes their fingers and stretches. Better, but they're still tired. Worrying for hours and hours does that, they guess, and they settle their side against the arm of the chair, watching him from a funny angle.
"It's okay. You're helping me now, right? ...Been in other fights before, too. I'm used to it, can handle it," they say, attempting reassurance.
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Date: 2016-01-04 03:05 am (UTC)"It's okay. You're helping me now, right? ...Been in other fights before, too. I'm used to it, can handle it," they say, attempting reassurance.