Aster's trembling form held Frisk softly. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nightmares.. Are not.. Real.."</span></span>She said softly, it frankly sounded like a quote from long ago, her own advice from before any of this, from when her only concern was making sure her brothers were happy and their father didn't lose himself to dark tendencies of the past. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">I.. I am sorry I woke you Frisk.."</span></span>