Frisk lets go of themselves and wraps their arms around Sans instead. What they can manage, anyway, which is mostly just his face. Hopefully their grip--and a few hot tears splashing down--doesn't feel too uncomfortable.

"...I'll help you remember. 'F you forget. And I'm--I'll be careful, too," they add. They still remember how they expected their meeting with Sans-Serif to go, and science-dragon-Sans looks a lot tougher.

After a long, shuddering breath, they ask: "You're...can you, can you tell me why you're...really big now?"