Their steps slow. Sans stares up at Papyrus, Papyrus looks back at Sans, and something unspoken passes between them.

"well..." Sans begins hopefully.

"No," says Papyrus firmly. And that, from the way Sans' shoulders slump, is that. He looks to Sophie, and forces a smile. "You are very small, even for a new member of the Royal Guard! Would you mind if I carried you, so we could get there in time?"