Her eyes flickered up towards the door, and Frisk bit her lip wondering what she should do. Her arms raised to embrace the skeleton who sobbed on her, rubbing the bones of her back softly. They had been through Hell and back in the previous universe they had been part of, but here was safe... at least until the nightmares set in.<br/><br/>She crooned quietly to her friend, nuzzling against her to calm her down. She needed to say something to placate the worried ex-King.<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Do you have any chamomile tea? A-Aster had a nightmare and I think it might calm her down.</span></strong>" Frisk called out to him, her suggestion mostly to get Asgore busy with something else for a moment, but chamomile tea would certainly help them both sleep if she could remember rightly.