They pull away and she's almost reluctant to let them go, to increase the distance between them. But they're willing to try again and that's all the reassurance she needs to know that, despite everything, there's still hope in the both of them. Seeing them regain their composure, she can't help but mirror it, expression drawn and hollow but less raw, more controlled. They're still themselves and that means holding their heads up high, facing whatever comes next.

The echo of her black curtained prison is gone, torn away by the whirlwind of new yet familiar memories and impressions. So maybe it was a kind of comfort after all.

Frisk, they say, and she barely notices because it feels like she's known that name all along. Boy, this is all... it's a lot. It's gonna take some sorting. And how much of her is in that blood red soul now? Are they gonna look at Taako and feel, just a little, like he's-- like he's more important than anything in the world? Are they gonna dream of alien worlds? Will they find something besides this leaden exhaustion and guilt-- It's too much to think about and she's so tired. She wipes her sleeve across her eyes one last time and nods.

"For sure. Wasn't really gonna try and... and share this with anybody anyway." It's definitely not hers to lay on their Partner. Could she even tell Taako? Where would she even start? But that's something to figure out when she wakes up. God, she can't wait to see him. She glances away and realizes with some surprise that the two of them aren't alone in the world, there's a fire in the distance, the shapes of people milling about in its light. It feels weirdly daunting, far away, and for once she doesn't mind the isolation.

"D'you wanna just, stay here? Until we wake up?" She really doesn't think she could deal with any more memories right now, her own or other people's. And hey, if they're made to see anything else of each other, it's not like it's gonna be an invasion of privacy.