living skyward

Duchess certainly appreciates Frisk's attention to detail. And that Frisk saves her some grooming later, she appreciates as well. She ends up with a relatively clean throne to perch upon, the silk not gleaming quite as brightly as it could, but not encrusted with dust and dirt anymore either.

"Yes, it does." There is enough room on the throne for Frisk, if they choose to sit.

Duchess cleans her dust-covered paw with dainty flicks of her tongue. "Do your monsters have names? What do they look like?"