@whumpril Day 27: "Please don't go."

“I-I’m sorry. I was only trying to help back here; instead all I do is make trouble,” Muffet breathed. The strength it took to keep her voice even was admirable. Even Grillby, stoic as he was, balked upon lifting the fallen storeroom shelf to see her leg twisted askew underneath.

“…Healer,” he decided urgently. “I’ll go.”

“Wait, I can manage!” A full-body shudder of pain rocked her when she stretched to catch ahold of him. “Nngh! W-What are all these limbs for if I can’t get along one short?”

“Healer.”

“It isn’t worth the cost! If I can j-just get home—”

“Please don’t go…Don’t push. Stay,” he pleaded, bending to cradle her pale face. “My storeroom, my fault…My cost. My darling…” Please, don’t be stubborn enough to hurt yourself. Let me help you.

Traitorous tears of sentiment (and surrender) bubbled then; Grillby was ready and quick to dry them.