She smiled at that.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Determined? Not nearly as much as you Frisk.</span>" She said, hugging her once more before following her out.<br/><br/>She sat and fixed a cup of tea for herself, and listened with rapt attention. Asgore would always be her King no matter what universe..<br/><br/>When he finished speaking she nodded.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"I implore you to try and get out of the ruins at times yourself Asgore. The underground will always need its King.</span></span>" She said softly.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/>"We know this well Asgore. Frisk here would not harm even the smallest of moldsmol. Is that not correct Frisk?"</span></span>More  a statement than it was a question, she had seen Frisk in the fell universe, if she could manage to not be corrupted from their violent ways, Aster was certain that would not change here.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"We will both be careful Asgore."</span></span>Her tone was friendly there, as she drank her tea. It certainly calmed her immensely.