[Toriel starts to run too, putting distance between herself and the grasstail. When she catches up to the young woman, she stops and attempts to grab her hand in her paw, her grip gentle enough to hopefully not frighten her.]
There is a field of pumpkins nearby, little one. If we can hide ourselves among them, we will be safe.
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There is a field of pumpkins nearby, little one. If we can hide ourselves among them, we will be safe.