The magic surprises them - he looks human. Then again, he's not the only human who knows magic here, even if the idea of one knowing the blue kind is getting carefully filed away.

*No...

They've kept their word, Frisk. They say nothing as the light fades. They say nothing as they lean over and watch him vanish to a speck, and then nothing, gone into the mist. Their expression is as one half-watching a mildly interesting sports game.

They wait a moment more, and then turn from the Edge, gathering up the cloth and dragging it with them back into the Castle.

Goodnight, stranger. Enjoy your rest.