He canted his head, perplexed himself. Ah well, it was late and if Frisk was gonna be alright even after blinking in and out of existence for a while who was he to question it? So long as they seemed pretty chill about it... but were they, really?

But he blinked down at Naoto. "Yeah, I think so. I think I'm ready to hit the bricks. I'll start wakin' up the second shift."

...

He spotted some stray sword laying in the snow, fallen from one of their foes. Perfect. Using it as an anchor embedded in the snow, he began to awkwardly... slowly... shuffle... back to the tents.