[In the end, the way her hand clasps their own is what steals their focus back from the forced duality of panic and alarmed action within their mind. Involuntarily clutching back until realisation comes, like the heart in their throat and the short, gasping wheezes that escape their lips, that the hand they're gripping onto is too large. Too long, too slender to be the one Chara had immediately assumed it was, simply by way of familiarity in grip and intent.
Rin. Not Frisk. Rin. The more logical part of them reminds cuttingly that they aren't allowed to let go, right now; don't even dare, kid. Not even for a second-]
What h-
[Chara opens their eyes, then closes them after a few prolonged moments, regretting even that much. Shock wouldn't work so fast as to steal away the sensation of their limbs being detached completely, would it? Hell- almost impulsively, they flex the fingers of their free hand. Curl their toes. All there, just. Don't seem like they are.
Neither does Rin, for that matter. She looks- well. Alive. Alive and concerned, which has them throwing out an entirely different question, squeezing her palm in a tight grip.]
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Rin. Not Frisk. Rin. The more logical part of them reminds cuttingly that they aren't allowed to let go, right now; don't even dare, kid. Not even for a second-]
What h-
[Chara opens their eyes, then closes them after a few prolonged moments, regretting even that much. Shock wouldn't work so fast as to steal away the sensation of their limbs being detached completely, would it? Hell- almost impulsively, they flex the fingers of their free hand. Curl their toes. All there, just. Don't seem like they are.
Neither does Rin, for that matter. She looks- well. Alive. Alive and concerned, which has them throwing out an entirely different question, squeezing her palm in a tight grip.]
You okay?