It's good of Kittu to voice what she's burning to do, to make the choice between responsibility for these children and her brother a little easier. But she hesitates anyway, alarmed by the way their souls seem to flicker so violently despite - or because of? - being reunited. She still doesn't understand what kind of magic this is, but it can't mean anything good.

Still though, right now she's trusting these kids to handle what's going on with that more than the adults. The dude looks like kind of a wreck, probably struggling with the same nightmares in his periphery as she does, and while Muffet's got a good strategic handle on things, she's standing to the side like an uninvited guest at a funeral. Lup runs a hand through her hair roughly, ears twitching wildly at the sound of Barry screaming for his life in the distance. Fuck all of this.

"Yeah, that thing fucked us up but good. Didn't see any others though. Listen, give 'em space but don't let them out of your sight until morning, alright?" God knows the last thing she'd want is some near stranger penning her in, if she were in Kidwun's shoes. That wouldn't end great for anyone.

She glances down at the twins again, locked in a desperate embrace as their breathing and the pulsing of their lights start to settle into a joint rhythm. She looks like she's about to say more, but the kids aren't listening and the adults wouldn't get it. So she simply turns on her heels and rushes back into the night to find her own other half.