They swallow thickly, trying to blink away tears and pull together some semblance of a controlled mask. A sniffle, some furious scrubbing at their eyes with one sleeve, and they look...better. It's a thin veneer, flimsy, but it's enough for now. Enough to let Frisk reach up and unhook the locket around their neck, and take a step forward to hold it out to Chara in both hands.

Back where it belongs.