"Mnh..." Reira chews her lip a little- but she eventually nods. It's a bit different from being brushed off- very different from someone plastering a smile on their face and claiming they're fine. Heck, that was half the reason she'd taken to ignoring when someone was pretending not to be sad in the first place.

Enough people insisted on lying about it that it just wasn't worth trying to get involved anymore.

This is very different though, and now it feels a bit like they're in a rut. Reira looks to Sans-Lite, and then to Dark, and then for a moment to Hel as well. "Then... ...what do we do..?" How do they help, if helping is part of the problem?

It's a bit of a headache.