"Oh." She rubs up against Serif, trying to communicate some sense of support. "You two don't need owners. You need parents. And I couldn't speak human when I was with Bonfamille, either."

She feels just as protective over Serif, and a good deal of it towards Frisk as well; even if their trajectory towards the door is worrying to her. She doesn't want to leave the throne room just yet.

"You two stay safe, alright? I'm going to explore in here for a little longer."