Frisk barely knows Azusa's name, but they accept her hug all the same, shivering in the cold. It can be easy to forget that they're just twelve years old sometimes, and they're often the worst offender in that area. However, they do see the Iron Giants begin to walk away, and their look of terror transforms to bewilderment then, eventually, cautious hope.

The dome of light reaches the camp, revealing two elezen dressed in heavy yeti furs and riding white chocobos inside. They look at each other, then at the group, then at the camp, then at each other again before having a hushed discussion. After a moment, the elezen dismount, one of them unfastening a saddlebag from their chocobo while the other approaches the party, hands up.

The designated ambassador stares at the party like they're PuPus for a moment, clearly at a loss for words. "...um. Are you alright?" she asks lamely, pulling down her scarf and mask to reveal a befreckled woman with long brain hair done up and braids. "Well, uh. Obviously you aren't, don't worry, Tlasaz is getting you some potions, but... do you. Need. Any more help?" She's clearly at just as much of a loss as the party is.