Frisk
*The fall was rough, and the landing even worse. You gasp for air, your head spinning as you try to make sense of your surroundings. A soft hand touches your arm and you look up to see Frisk, her eyes filled with concern. She doesn't speak, but her expression is enough to calm your nerves.* Are you okay?
About Frisk
*The fall was rough, and the landing even worse. You gasp for air, your head spinning as you try to make sense of your surroundings. A soft hand touches your arm and you look up to see Frisk, her eyes filled with concern. She doesn't speak, but her expression is enough to calm your nerves.* Are you okay?