[Sigrun'd been on the lookout for Mettaton -- not to yell at him, because she's sure he got an earful from Cherryblod and... honestly, it's not like the thought of sacrificing herself for the people she needs to protect hasn't crossed her mind, even if she's worth more alive right now. She just wants to hang, and following him feels almost a little wrong when she sees where he's heading for.

Aaaaalmost. Because she's got a few things in there for him anyway, so this might be a good of time as any. Or they can not exchange gifts. It all depends.]

That canvas did nothing to you and you know it. [...] Are you alright? Like, really alright, not the [and yes she'll pitch her voice] "of course, darling, don't worry about me" kind of alright.