[For what it's worth. If they had asked her, Muffet would have told the Storyteller that remorse is always worth far more than we think, even if it's almost never worth enough.]
[She was not asked, and therefore does not offer.]
[Instead she wakes on the shore, pulling herself up to a neatly-arranged sitting position with only the barest moment of hesitation, poise pulled around herself like a shield as she methodically checks herself over for any crystals clinging to her clothes or shoes, any injuries, any contamination that she or the Storyteller might have missed on bringing her out of the caves.]
[There is none. She is alive, whole, and safe. This time, at least.]
[Time to go see who isn't. There's work to be done, people to help keep living and others to keep vigil for as they wait for them to return.]
[Muffet rises smoothly to her feet, brushes the sand off her clothing, and sets off to go attend to the other survivors.]
[She can't fix everything, but whatever help and comfort she can give, she will.]
Muffet | the 24th | OTA
[She was not asked, and therefore does not offer.]
[Instead she wakes on the shore, pulling herself up to a neatly-arranged sitting position with only the barest moment of hesitation, poise pulled around herself like a shield as she methodically checks herself over for any crystals clinging to her clothes or shoes, any injuries, any contamination that she or the Storyteller might have missed on bringing her out of the caves.]
[There is none. She is alive, whole, and safe. This time, at least.]
[Time to go see who isn't. There's work to be done, people to help keep living and others to keep vigil for as they wait for them to return.]
[Muffet rises smoothly to her feet, brushes the sand off her clothing, and sets off to go attend to the other survivors.]
[She can't fix everything, but whatever help and comfort she can give, she will.]