[Muffet did not expect to see Chara stabbing a wild dog creature to death today when she walked onto this beach, but this is apparently just the way things are right now. Her first impulse is to reach out, concerned and supportive, but she's figured out by now that they tend to reject that sort of thing even on good days.]
[It doesn't look like this is a good day.]
[So instead she steps forward onto the beach from the treeline, making herself clearly visible to them, but not getting too close. Near enough to have a conversation, at least, without actually putting herself inside their personal space.]
Any injuries, dearie? Those creatures do have a nasty bite.
[Still an offer of help, perhaps- but one worded in a way that gives them an out, focused on straightforward physical problems instead of outright asking about their emotional state.]
[These are small kindnesses, perhaps. But one does what one can to soften a blow.]
13th
[It doesn't look like this is a good day.]
[So instead she steps forward onto the beach from the treeline, making herself clearly visible to them, but not getting too close. Near enough to have a conversation, at least, without actually putting herself inside their personal space.]
Any injuries, dearie? Those creatures do have a nasty bite.
[Still an offer of help, perhaps- but one worded in a way that gives them an out, focused on straightforward physical problems instead of outright asking about their emotional state.]
[These are small kindnesses, perhaps. But one does what one can to soften a blow.]