Oh dear. Oh dear. Here is where Rose is far out of her depth. She may have been a mother once, but Frisk is not hers, and she was never particularly good with children anyway. And this is hardly the kind of superficial problem that many kids would get upset over.

“I don’t know either.” She rubs at her eyes, waving off some of the dust. “Maybe we can look and see why? Maybe the castle just… decided to do that. It seems to like to do that a lot.”