"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Again</strong></span>?" There was clearly something that Asgore was missing from the conversation,  but he tried to support the other nonetheless. Lightly stepping out of his chair, one massive paw curled around Aster's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Now now. Please calm yourself. I hear what you are saying, and although I do not understand it all, I know that you and Frisk have been through a lot already."</strong></span><br/><br/>A soft smile. More pats to Aster's weary skull. Asgore murmured to her; voice so gentle and caring and...so non judgemental.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"I knew it the moment I saw you. The rips in your clothes, the expressions on your faces, and the band-aids all over little Frisk. Wherever you two have been, it is not the same here. In fact, most monsters here would rather not fight. You have the option of sparing monsters here. I would heartily advise striking up a conversation if you see monsters in this land."</strong></span><br/><br/>It seemed that talking and explaining was his way of getting Aster to calm down. He continued, still embracing the skeleton, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Aside from the Queen and the Royal Guard, I do not think that anyone here would have a will to hurt you</strong></span>."<br/><br/>Only when he was sure he could, he pulled back, allowing Aster room to breathe. His expression was so saddened. It was like he had seen this confusion before - perhaps on someone who Aster did not know.