Frisk stretches out a finger tentatively, reaching out to brush against one of them. The sound of Souji treading on a twig makes Frisk jump, startling, and it's enough to send the collation of lights whizzing back into the trees. Frisk's eyes widen and they snatch out blindly with one hand, but the effort is futile. It only takes a few seconds for the rest of the fairies to disappear without a trace.

They straighten up, expression glowing.

"I almost touched one," they whisper, almost reverently. "Did you see?"