Shaking her head and offering her skeletal friend a small smile, Frisk just held her a little tighter and rested her head on her shoulder. "<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">It's alright. You sounded like you were in a lot of pain</span></strong>" She said, giving her a gentle pat. "<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">We might've worried the King though...</span></strong>"<br/><br/>Her brown eyes were cast towards the door, hearing the faint pads of paws on the creaking wooden floors as Asgore wandered away to the kitchen, presumably to make them some tea.<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">If you don't want to sleep again, maybe we should get some tea?</span></strong>" The human suggested, slowly standing up and nudging Aster into doing the same. "<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Chamomile is supposed to be really soothing, I think...</span></strong>"<br/><br/>The young one spoke nothing of her own dreams. It appeared they were both being haunted by memories of what had happened. Perhaps they'd had enough rest for the evening, she at least felt a<em>bit</em>refreshed.