[When she speaks up, there's a moment where they almost feel-- guilty. For exposing her to this. Chara turns eyes falling on anything but her; on a tree they'd singed, somehow. One of centipuppies, glassy eyes fixed on nothing at all.
Only after they've run out of options do they look at her, affixing an expression of calm on their face, best they can.]
Greetings Ren. There may still be more about, perhaps [A pause, faltering.] Perhaps I should escort you back to the temple.
[And away from just one more mess they've made, just by being around.]
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Only after they've run out of options do they look at her, affixing an expression of calm on their face, best they can.]
Greetings Ren. There may still be more about, perhaps [A pause, faltering.] Perhaps I should escort you back to the temple.
[And away from just one more mess they've made, just by being around.]