"No doubt. Frisk would not have stayed if they had suspected differently." To her grief, she knows they have nightmares on their own, Though they never speak of them.

Frisk is only a few minutes, though there's a small puddle on the counter now that they'll need to clean up later, hands a bit unsteady from nerves.

The speed into the room as fast as they can without spilling more. "Here." They hold it out to him.