Frisk speaks, and Chara looks back to Tim, arching a brow. Is he satisfied?

Apparently. There's no protest to the words. They wonder how much of that is just a natural inclination to accept such paths in life- and how much is his own, unnatural understanding of what they've been through.

They don't bother asking.

"Kidwun." Chara agrees easily, smile as natural as ever. Which is to say- not at all. "We cannot promise a reward for your assistance, Tim."