*Gone?

Frisk presses forward into, curiosity mixing with concern. It's good to know that the shoe didn't have any lasting effects, but the same can't be said for the source of the other Frisk's distress.

...they're pushing just a bit too hard, aren't they? That urge to know so as to fix, utterly ingrained in them. They pull back, even as Chara cursorily scans the memory and notes the eye colour - seen by their younger self and with the same automatic classification popping up like toast - demon - before being folded away.

Frisk's rush of gratitude pours over it like an ocean wave when Hush relays the second concept. They trust Hush will do it, and project as much thanks as a mind can, because they appreciate the action even if the actions of shame might not seem all that important in the scheme of things to Hush.

Both participants seem to expect the mental conversation to draw to a close, pulling away a little, although on Chara's end it's rather more territorial, and on Frisk's they're amenable to being called back.