Frisk, gasping and still glowing yellow, sits down in the snow, using the remaining power of their Melody to simultaneously chug down Hi-Potions and patrol around the camp with Kanji. Their body flickers every couple of seconds as they loop and teleport, and memories of alternate timelines continue to invade the minds of the entire party.

After they're done with patrol, they disappear for a few minutes--which may concern some party members--but reappear perfectly fine and un-golden, if a bit singed. "You know, having to deal with versions of this place that are fiery hellscapes instead frozen wastelands almost makes me appreciate how cold this place is. Almost," they grumble, sitting back down.

Frisk gives a weak smile and salutes Uendo. "Yeah, I'm good. And thanks, Fractured Nova has saved me at least twice now."