[Muffet's eyes widen in worry as Gabe drops to the ground, and she crouches down in front of him. With one fluid motion, she unfurls the scarf and drapes it around his shoulders, trying to look him in the eyes.]
Look at me, Mister Mystery- I'm still here, we're still talking. Don't go off anywhere just yet, all right?
[Her tone is gentle but firm, speaking to him in the hopes that another voice and the feeling of the warm cloth on him will be an anchor to reality, or at least enough to persuade him to follow her somewhere warm and have his dissociative episode while he's not sitting in a snowbank.]
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Look at me, Mister Mystery- I'm still here, we're still talking. Don't go off anywhere just yet, all right?
[Her tone is gentle but firm, speaking to him in the hopes that another voice and the feeling of the warm cloth on him will be an anchor to reality, or at least enough to persuade him to follow her somewhere warm and have his dissociative episode while he's not sitting in a snowbank.]