Looking up at Aster, Frisk grasped at her sleeve and gave it a soft tug, her face showing her concern as she noticed the lavender coloured tears. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Aster? We better follow him.</strong></span>" She spoke softly, trying to pull her along to walk further into the ruins.<br/><br/>She managed to take a few steps, trying to smile to give her companion a little more motivation. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>I don't think this place is bad? He didn't seem scary. This place is just the Ruins, I went through here last time.</strong></span>"<br/><br/>She wished Aster wouldn't mention anything further of timelines. It only served to confuse anyone who they met and might get them into trouble if they spoke to the wrong person about them. But they had been through hell, both of them, and she understood that Aster was still shaken from all they'd had to do. Her own heart ached to get... somewhere.<br/><br/>Frisk didn't quite have a home to go to. She was going to live happily with the monsters in the world they'd just been in, or as happily as she could. But not... what scraps of a home she'd had were taken from her, and once again she'd have to forge something anew.