[Muffet arrives at the edge of their campsite in time to hear Chara's strained voice, before it drops to a whisper she can't make out. No, whatever it was, she doubts it was their fault at all. Hers, perhaps, for not pulling the creature away fast enough, not reacting in time.]
[She pauses there, standing quietly at the clearing's boarder, looking warily around for further threats or other people in need of help. Her first instinct is to go right to them, to offer comfort to a hurt child, but she has no reason to think they know her as anything more than a recent passing acquaintance, and she knows that humans tend to find her appearance unnerving at the best of times. The last thing she wants to do is add a new arachnophobic element to whatever they must be seeing right now.]
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[She pauses there, standing quietly at the clearing's boarder, looking warily around for further threats or other people in need of help. Her first instinct is to go right to them, to offer comfort to a hurt child, but she has no reason to think they know her as anything more than a recent passing acquaintance, and she knows that humans tend to find her appearance unnerving at the best of times. The last thing she wants to do is add a new arachnophobic element to whatever they must be seeing right now.]