[It's strange. That little floating thing's been there the whole time, but Asriel's focus had shrunk down so small, he didn't really... even take notice of it at all. It looks sort of like something Dr. Alphys would make. An ingenious integration of machine and magic, its design... almost cute, somehow.

He doesn't question the text, or the fact that the floaty thing answers for his new friend. He's gotten along just fine with people who aren't very... verbal... all the time, after all.]

Um... well, don't worry. If any more bad people show up, I can protect you! I still have magic!

[He's got his feet back on solid ground - his friend was surprisingly gentle about letting him be back on his own paws again. He's grateful for that much; they seem kind of tired. He doesn't blame them. It must have been hard to fight off monkeys AND carry him, after all.]

I really owe you, after all. Uh, what's your name?