They retrace him over and over, running fingers through his fur. This is solid. He is solid. He is here and real and they're blind but this is an anchor other than a pot and a flower and a voice that they can hold on to.

"That sounds great, Asriel. Sounds like you got a new hobby. Flowey's gotten back into cooking, but it's kinda hard when you don't have any legs or arms and your only friend is blind."