"Yes," she says, poking her head up to meet the pikobi daemon's gaze, even through that nervous, hunted undercurrent of prey watching predator. Papyrus touches a hand up to her, and she snuggles against it. "We're not alone, we're not... lonely. I like this."

"If it could happen once, it could happen again. We could... talk to the Ringmaster, and ask," Papyrus offers. He has - they have - talked to her about the longer term changes before, and it worked out. She'd seemed pleased, and what he'd asked for happened.