Frisk laughs softly. "Thanks." They don't believe it, but the attempt to be nice about it is appreciated.

Their fingers slide up their scarf to press against their throat. They hadn't been thinking about their limits, but..."Maybe we should take a break. A little one. So I can sing more sooner insteada having to give up sooner..." Plus, again, it's really cold. Frisk is probably going to make both of their throats ache singing out here.

Chara's sneeze is loud and abrupt enough they're startled into a hop, eyes wide, and then they're moving slow and careful and around the other kid. "Let's go in anyway. Oh--there's a music room! We can go in there. If you wanna come with me," they remember to add, pausing on the other side of the threshold.

It's easier to not care that they might disturb somebody when they've got a partner, too.