#since the starlight isles are a summery beachy pine tree filled place

[angelbitezzz]

Not really an update but I thought you guys would find this funny

:) (some more writing under the cut)

"She's stable now, and I've restored her to full HP. However, healing takes a toll on all creatures. She is going to need to rest—no matter how fine she acts when she wakes, tell her that I said to stay in bed for at least a day."

Asgore spoke softly to the skeletons in the room, hand resting on Angel's forehead. Her pained expression was smoothed over, replaced by abject relief, her eyes just barely open. They were still glowing that bright purple, but duller now, clearly having given up on forcing her HP to halt now that Asgore was there.

"Humans get especially fatigued when healing. It takes a lot of energy, even supplemented with my magic."

"WOWIE! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE."

Asgore merely chuckled, raising a claw to his mouth to remind Papyrus to stay quiet. The skeleton shut his jaw with an audible snap, looking a little guilty though his eye sockets glowed a bright green in relief.

"Thank you for calling on me for this—she was in an incredibly precarious position. Her HP was—"

"low. too low. she shouldn't have survived that."

Sans interjected, off to the side with his arms crossed. His expression was tight, permanent grin just a little strained despite the relief showing clear in his eyesockets.

"...that was magic, right?"

Asgore shut his mouth and looked down at her again, her eyes blearily focused on some distant point. Still glowing.

"...Yes. I never would've imagined a mage falling in all this time..."

"so what do we do?"

Asgore thought hard, eyes trailing to the nearby window.

"... I'm sure you're aware of how rare purple magic tends to be. I'm afraid I cannot do anything about helping her control it, beyond what any monster would teach a child. Perhaps seeking out someone who can may be beneficial—so she does not...show it off in public."

There was a mutual look of understanding among the small group. Bad enough that another human had fallen down here—a human mage would likely incite fear and backlash from everyone who didn't know her personally. The residents of the Starlight Isles (and Ruined Home, perhaps) might be understanding, given how popular she'd gotten as Starstruck...but the rest of the underground? It wasn't worth the risk.

Asgore bid them adieu, only stopping to brush a few strands of hair off of Angel's forehead before he made his choice to walk home. Papyrus prepared to sit and stare at Angel, but Sans cut him off before he could. Even if the taller skeleton wouldn't admit it, the last few stressed hours had taken their toll on him.

"i'll keep watch, bro. go get some sleep. you're dead on your feet."

"NO I'M NOT—WAIT, THAT WAS A JOKE, WASN'T IT?!"

"to-marrow is another day. go rest. or you'll have to listen to more of these—"

"BYE!"

Papyrus zipped up to his room before Sans could hit him with the rest of the joke, bypassing the stairs entirely and simply vaulting the balcony above, landing with cat-like grace with nary a whisper. His door would've ordinarily slammed, but apparently he was still conscious enough of Asgore's reminder to stay quiet that it instead painstakingly slid shut.

Sans turned back towards the human on the couch, noting that her eyes had finally shut. Her head lay flat on the cushions, a blanket of Papyrus's tossed over her form. Something about the scene nagged him, and he shifted from foot to foot before glancing back up the stairs to Papyrus's shut door. He raised his hands and slipped his cape off his neck, messily bundling the blue fabric up before kneeling in front of the human, one hand taking her shoulder (CAREFUL, his thoughts screamed, remembering the injury even though it technically no longer existed) to tug her forward.

"Huh...?"

She sounded rough, her eyes blinking open at the movement to stare at him with a somewhat comical expression of annoyance.

"lift your head."

She did as told, the skeleton swiftly tucking the make-shift pillow under it and patting her shoulder back down.

"get some rest."

"...'kayyy..."

He turned and walked to the television, switching it on. Then he went to the lightswitch and shut off the main house lights, casting the room into darkness. It was almost dark enough for him to pretend not to see how she turned her face into the fabric of the cape, a dopey smile settling onto her expression as she nuzzled into it.