Yellow shine, darkness fades...while he's not sure he understands the meaning behind the poem, the words evoke their own sort of meaning for him. Thoughts of home - his home before Ryslig. Of friends made, paths chosen, and being alone in the dark.

He listens quietly, watching Frisk recite with rapt attention, and cheerfully applauding...a few beats after it's over, like he might've spaced out for a moment or something.

"It was nice! Was that really a poem? It was kind of long, but I liked it."