In the silence that stretched before them, Frisk had accepted that she wouldn't be getting any more sleep. After such a horrible nightmare, one so vivid with Chara's voice and face, perhaps it was for the best that Frisk didn't fall back unconscious. The brothers deserved their rest.

Her breathing had evened out considerably, interrupted from time to time by her soft sniffles. Everything would be okay. She just had to keep telling herself that. 

She looked up at Papyrus as he tucked her hair behind her ear. Her blank expression broke into a soft smile at the suggestion of hot chocolate. She didn't hesitate to nod, though she did pause before getting up.

Silently, Frisk set her gaze on Sans. It was hard to see him in the dark room, but she could see his outline just fine. She didn't want to leave him alone, but he needed his sleep. Without a word, she tucked the blankets further over him, then looked back up at Papyrus with her same smile.

Frisk didn't let go of Sans' jacket. It grounded her like even the Great Papyrus couldn't. It left her with a feeling of protection. If she failed in keeping Chara away, Sans would handle her. He'd stop her, she knew he would. Even if it took a hundred reloads and resets. 

Rather than carry it, Frisk wore the the jacket. She hugged herself to pull it closer as she headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

"I'm really sorry I woke you guys up," she said with a sigh as she sat at the table. She rubbed at her eyes, which had dark rings under them from lack of sleep.