I'm here. [It's not an absentminded tone, more an acknowledgement and reassurance, but it's definitely not his full focus either. Eyes and hands fixate on the larger bones first, with only the helicopter staying to keep track of Sans's face.
As for the repairs... He hesitates, briefly, then tentatively picks up the largest bone of the damaged wing, tries to rest it in place where it should be. (A year ago, there would have been no hesitation - Papyrus would have tried to help Sans's hand first. A year ago, he hadn't experienced Sans's unhappiness about unbalanced wings, or given a shot at building his own. If it comes down to it... he can more easily build Sans a prosthetic arm than a functional wing.)
(But obviously he's going to try to help his brother's arm next. Especially if it seems like it's dusting faster.)]
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As for the repairs... He hesitates, briefly, then tentatively picks up the largest bone of the damaged wing, tries to rest it in place where it should be. (A year ago, there would have been no hesitation - Papyrus would have tried to help Sans's hand first. A year ago, he hadn't experienced Sans's unhappiness about unbalanced wings, or given a shot at building his own. If it comes down to it... he can more easily build Sans a prosthetic arm than a functional wing.)
(But obviously he's going to try to help his brother's arm next. Especially if it seems like it's dusting faster.)]