The relief and the worry that she's received, from Bruce and Peter as well as Papyrus, are both touching and mildly uncomfortable. She's obviously settling in here, growing some kind of roots. She smiles reassuringly at Papyrus. She is okay, thanks to Sans.

It's still surprising to her that Papyrus actually seeks out her company. She only hesitates for half a second before assuring him, "Yes, I'll come with you. We might as well put Bruce's work to the test. Here, I have something to show you." She starts off toward the other side of the garden, where she left Calendula working, and beckons Papyrus to follow her. She finally trusts the robot enough to let it alone with her plants or medicines, as long as she hems it in with very specific instructions.

"Papyrus, this is Calendula." The spherical little robot, with its orange accents, has a name, so she might as well introduce it properly. It's gotten a little bulkier, less neatly round, since she asked for additions, but she's much fonder of the little robot now that it can do something she really couldn't manage herself. "It will have to join us on the planet. It's carrying all of the breathing aids I might need."