[A little from column a, a little from column b, to be quite frank. Norma doesn't even grace Frisk with a response - she's too nervous and excited to just lay her eyes on them again. To just be certain this isn't some sick prank being pulled by the Queen or anything. It's not above her to pull mind games like this, but even so, she hurries to where Frisk indicated. Her feet slap against the stone as she throws herself down the stairs (and nearly cartwheels down them for real, a-ahaha...) and through the corridor that houses the living quarters of the castle's heroes.
Room seven, room eight, room nine...there it is. She's a little afraid to push the door open, but after a few minutes of hesitating with her arm held out, Norma taps her knuckles against the door first. May as well be polite first. And, if this really is some sort of lucid dream or a figment of the Queen's wrathful magic, she'll at least be a little prepared.
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Room seven, room eight, room nine...there it is. She's a little afraid to push the door open, but after a few minutes of hesitating with her arm held out, Norma taps her knuckles against the door first. May as well be polite first. And, if this really is some sort of lucid dream or a figment of the Queen's wrathful magic, she'll at least be a little prepared.
Hopefully.]