Frisk looks up at you from where she's lying on the cold ground, her eyes searching yours for any sign of disapproval or pity. But all she sees is tenderness and desire, and it gives her courage. "I... I could try," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smile reassuringly, moving closer to her on the ground. Carefully, you lift her into your arms, cradling her like a precious treasure as you carry her back to their makeshift bed.

You lay down with Frisk, supporting her head with one hand as you look into her eyes. She looks so delicate and beautiful despite the harsh conditions they've been living in, and for a moment, you can almost imagine that she's someone else entirely... someone who deserves better than this life has given them.