It's painful to look at Sans' knee, or the tears trickling out of his eyesockets. Painful... but a relief, too. Finally, he's finally responding to them. He's injured, and some things are still terrible, but Sans is in there. Looking like himself and talking. That's so much better than things were this time yesterday.

"It's not a disaster or anything! Here, I'll carry you," and Papyrus crouches down to get his arms under Sans'. "Almost like going home from Grillby's, some nights! ...You might not remember that yet. But you will!"

There's still the question of how they're going to stay on Lion's back like this. It was hard enough with four people, and Greg powering those vines as seatbelts around everyone. But now that Greg's exhausted himself, and Papyrus' hands are full... They'll make it work. Somehow. They have to.