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Asriel stays put, handling the equivalent to paperwork (basically just mucking about on his phone and with magic for a while|) regarding things he'd left at home to come and say hi to the clones that had found themselves under attack via telekinetic planet shotput. Frisk, on the other hand, wanders, those amongst the gathered crowd able to visibly watch people growing just a little less sad, angry, or broken by her mere presence, a simple reafirriming touch, slice of butterscotch/snail/cinnamon pie to the hungry and weary, or even just someone to listen to their woes, helping with many there imensely even if she never said a word.