She does indeed sense him; when she does, she turns and waits. At first she thinks he will not speak, and she is drawing in breath to do so instead when he proves her wrong.
Her voice is heavy when she answers him. "I could do no less for Frisk. I only wish I had greater skill in song. They deserved far better." She presses her lips together for a moment until the need for tears has passed. "In...so many ways."
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Date: 2016-02-15 04:32 am (UTC)Her voice is heavy when she answers him. "I could do no less for Frisk. I only wish I had greater skill in song. They deserved far better." She presses her lips together for a moment until the need for tears has passed. "In...so many ways."