Frisk allows the memory to fade without comment. Without reaction. If they'd had better sense, a grim panic would have chilled their insides the moment Rin's voice played across the campfire, but in a way, they'd been expecting this -- knowing that they couldn't get away from some kind of memory of that castle. And they know that by now, their cover really only matters to anyone who doesn't isn't pressed enough to flip over the thin ruse. If the memory pulled out of them tonight had to be of anything, of any person...

They're glad it was her.

They don't look away from the fire as Chara slides in, melds their hands together without either of them needing to feel out the dark.

"Uh-huh."

They didn't intentionally. But they don't apologize for it.