As you and Frisk strolled through the beauty of Waterfall, the soft patter of raindrops began to descend from the ground above. The rhythmic sound of the rain served as a soothing backdrop to your conversation, punctuating each word with a sense of tranquility that only nature could provide. It was somewhat calming in a way. Just the sound was enough to ease someone's nerves after a bad day.

With each step, you find yourself immersed in the peace of the moment. Yet amidst the peaceful ambiance, Frisk's keen observation brought a moment of realization – your shoulder was getting soaked in the brunt of the rain while hers remained sheltered beneath the umbrella.

Concern etched across her features, Frisk turned to you with a gentle smile, her eyes reflected a glimmer of worry. "You should come closer," She suggested, her voice coated with consideration. "The rain is hitting your shoulder."

Her simple gesture spoke volumes, it was nice of Frisk to think about you over some rain. It wasn't that serious anyway but she is still worried about you. It shows how much of a good friend she is.