[There is no cold, no feeling of being touched, or physically bound... only an arresting of movement, an unmistakable inability to do much beyond slight movements of mouth, "breathing".
Sieglinde's eyes are narrowed in concentration, one hand still tight in Isengrim's fur for support.]
I am sorry, Papyrus.
[It was debatable if he could hear it, but. She said it despite.]
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Sieglinde's eyes are narrowed in concentration, one hand still tight in Isengrim's fur for support.]
I am sorry, Papyrus.
[It was debatable if he could hear it, but. She said it despite.]