Level: 3
Experience: 6/30
Currently In: Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
Word Count: 335 (+1 Exp)
Albedo @Lugubrious, Prisoner @XoXKieroBombXoX
"Wh- Hey, hey easy!" Frisk's eyes shot open soon as the Spheal began to panic. Unsure of why or what was causing the poor Pokemon to panic like this, she kept trying to step closer to the other two. It only made it worse, and at the threat of it's wound reopening? Frisk quickly backed away. "It's okay, it's okay, I know you're scared... I'm sorry." She apologized to the Spheal, gently petting it. Dried or not, a bit of crimson had stained her jacket. She quietly hoped they could find more health items for it's sake.
Albedo's deduction was a bit of a cause for alarm, however. He never saw the Pokemon before, and yet it was afraid of him. Right, the wound would match up to a blade, now that she thought about it. At best, that's the only reason why Spheal reacted like that. But at worst... Frisk shook the speculation out of her mind as she walked ahead of the rest. It couldn't be that Albedo was lying, right? As far as she knew he's been in Snowdin for a long while, and he wouldn't just attack an innocent creature without a good enough reasoning, right? Something weird was going on. But she'll have to worry about it later.
The climb upwards continued on, eventually leading to another campsite. It appeared recent, a hopeful sign that Joserf was still alive. Frisk took the opportunity to look for anything that could help heal her charge. Nothing. But there was some cloth she used to make a makeshift bandage. That should help with the bleeding for now. From a pouch the group found more notes. They were on the right path! Needed more climbing, and Frisk was worried Spheal would slip out of her grip, climbing with one hand or not. So she cleaned out the pouch the best she could, and carefully set the pokemon inside. "Hold on tight, we're almost out of here." She said to it, putting the pouch on.