[The implications of Papyrus's agreement are completely lost on Sans in a way they wouldn't be under different circumstances. Sans's wing is in better shape to be repaired entirely than his arm and hand, as the hand was taken apart earliest; most of the hand is unsalvageable, though some of the wrist bones are still there and able to be put back where they should be, as much as Papyrus can. The basal and terminal phalanxes of Sans's wing are similarly dusted, though that still leaves the majority of Sans's wing theoretically intact.]
Okay. Okay. [Nothing happens immediately; the difference in monsters between intent and action is much thinner than in humans, but it's still there, and right now Sans is struggling to scrape together the focus to use any magic at all. But he can't dust right in front of Papyrus, even if he'd rather do that than die alone. He said he'd stick around. He has to do this. Slowly, anemically, the magic at Sans's limbs turns green.] Okay.
[There's a series of rapid pops as the bones reattach themselves. The wrist is sealed off; no hand attached, but no longer leaking magic, either. The tip of Sans's wing is similarly sealed shut. That's as much as he can do at once; his leg is left alone. That can be healed with time and a cast anyway.]
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Okay. Okay. [Nothing happens immediately; the difference in monsters between intent and action is much thinner than in humans, but it's still there, and right now Sans is struggling to scrape together the focus to use any magic at all. But he can't dust right in front of Papyrus, even if he'd rather do that than die alone. He said he'd stick around. He has to do this. Slowly, anemically, the magic at Sans's limbs turns green.] Okay.
[There's a series of rapid pops as the bones reattach themselves. The wrist is sealed off; no hand attached, but no longer leaking magic, either. The tip of Sans's wing is similarly sealed shut. That's as much as he can do at once; his leg is left alone. That can be healed with time and a cast anyway.]