Rowan was sitting just on the other side of the barrier Gaster was trapped behind. For now, the little human wasn’t paying him any attention. The noise they were making that had made Gaster so paranoid was simply the ruffling of pages as they rifled through one of Thistle’s many books. From the looks of it they were either an extremely fast reader, or they were just looking at the beautifully drawn runes that decorated some of the pages. Probably the latter. Rowan didn’t really seem old enough to be proficient in reading quite yet. Though… it had been awhile since Gaster had seen many human children. His ability to distinguish age had probably gotten worse than it already had been.
What he could easily see was that they weren’t doing well. They looked pale and cold, even bundled up in furred clothes and cloak alike, and Gaster could see the slightest bit of trembling in their hands as the