See you again, Ib.

Never thought it'd be like this.

Everything from her head to her toes hurt. The fact she still felt anything at all showed her attempt had failed. A small sob escaped her as she jerked herself into a sitting position, curling up and pressing her head to her knees with some more softer crying. She only stops when footsteps back over to her have her rubbing her eyes frantically.

"It's alright to cry, Ib." And that voice alone has her sobbing again because she knows exactly who it is. And Ib knows she can trust him not to judge her for crying. He comes into her view and bends down, fringed edges of a dark poncho spreading out as he kneels before her. He looks like he hasn't changed a bit in the three years she's known him, and it's soothing, it's like being in the gallery and knowing he was there too, stuck like she was. Ib flings herself forward to grip him and cry into his poncho uninhibited, and Garry lets her with nothing but a gentle back rub.

"I'm serious, it's always okay to cry, Ib. It shows you care." He assures her again, not really knowing why she was crying, but willing to let her just work it out of her system. "Do you mind if I carry you, hon? I want to get you out of these flowers. They're toxic." The concern in his voice has Ib nodding and he scoops her up gently before starting off out of the beam of light and flower patch.

Ib wiggles a bit in his arms before settling, looking over his shoulder at the flowers as he goes further into the cave. One thought keeps bumping back to her mind though. Why was he here too? Had Garry tried doing the same thing she had, and failed just like her? It was sad. "Garry?" She asks softly, turning her head to look up at him. Garry looks at her as he walks, humming a touch.

"Yes Ib?" Garry asks finally as he bends to enter a smaller chamber, looking around and locking eyes with a tiny flower on the ground. A flower with a face. If he wasn't holding Ib he probably would've thrown any nearby object at it, because every part of him was screaming 'Bad Flower' at it. And usually, when his brain was screaming bad anything, it was a good judge of character. Therefore, that flower was a bad flower.

Ib tilts her head to follow Garry's eyes and scrunches her nose a bit at the smiling flower as she speaks. "Thank you. What's that?" The flower beams more at her asking that, bobbing it's head toward them.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey the Flower!" Nope. Nope. Nope. Both of them are not okay with this, and Garry sets Ib down and slides her behind him on instinct, putting himself between the two. He didn't trust that thing, as normal as it seemed to be, beyond the face, it was hitting every possible alarm in his brain. "You guys're new here!" The flower bobs its head back and forth some more, white petals fluttering into existence. "Let me teach you both some things, ey?"

"Stay behind me, Ib. I don't like the looks of this.. Thing."

"Me neither, Garry.."