Papyrus. [That's all he says at first, because Papyrus is here and even with the pain in his severed limbs for a few moments there's just relief. Papyrus is here, and he's fine, not hurt at all. This is so much better than last time.
He's not dead yet, though, and Papyrus is asking about the bones that plague doctor cut off. After a moment of consideration, trying to feel around the pain, he answers.] The bigger ones. [The radiuses and ulnas of his arm and wing. They had more magic in them to begin with, and so it takes longer to lose track of them. The tiny, delicate bones of his hand and wing are a lost cause, though.]
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He's not dead yet, though, and Papyrus is asking about the bones that plague doctor cut off. After a moment of consideration, trying to feel around the pain, he answers.] The bigger ones. [The radiuses and ulnas of his arm and wing. They had more magic in them to begin with, and so it takes longer to lose track of them. The tiny, delicate bones of his hand and wing are a lost cause, though.]