Serif nods his acknowledgement back. He's seen what can happen when Sans has a very bad nightmare. It's safer if Frisk doesn't touch him just yet. And when they slump, he reaches past Sans to try and tug them a little more securely onto the bed, by the back of their shirt.
For Sans, details are slow to filter in through his own exhaustion. He hears names, first, then...
Gone. Locked up. Tauriel got them, Tauriel will keep watch. It's the best possible scenario. Maybe the only possible scenario. She'll keep watch.
Don't have to be scared.
He nods, slowly. "okay." And then, after a beat: "good." And then, at last. "...thanks."
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Date: 2016-06-05 07:02 pm (UTC)For Sans, details are slow to filter in through his own exhaustion. He hears names, first, then...
Gone. Locked up. Tauriel got them, Tauriel will keep watch. It's the best possible scenario. Maybe the only possible scenario. She'll keep watch.
Don't have to be scared.
He nods, slowly. "okay." And then, after a beat: "good." And then, at last. "...thanks."