Chara watches them go to their pet, walks forward, and stoops to pick up the fallen dishcloth, holding it awkwardly in front of them, fingers curling in a little.

It doesn't take long to notice Frisk's problem, and they dither a bit before coming over to sit on the other side of the dog (a respectful distance out of immediate fang range) and tentatively tries removing one of the ornaments with the dishcloth wrapped around their hand. There's a buzz and the cloth becomes a little scorched, but the insulating layer works.

"Here," they say, not looking at the kid as they hold it out towards them. "This may help with this."