"That is not right," she says, more to herself. She looks up, and back at him again. "You are a child. You should not be made to care for yourself."

Her lips press together. Has she need again to speak to Sans? ...Later. She cannot think of this now, or Esfor will think her poor temper is his fault.

Still, she cannot ease away her frown entirely. "Have you no one else to care for you?"