Even without knowing the little bit of brotherly drama, Frisk can understand Sans's nervousness. He's tired in ways that no one else they know really is, and...well, he's admitted it to them before, hasn't he? He gave up on this dream a long time ago. But Frisk can give it to him now, at least in part, and they're going to make sure it's perfect.

Frisk giggles when he scruffs their hair up, reaching with their free hand to brush a few stray locks back into place, and squeezes his offered hand gently. "Okay. Here we go!"

Over the edge, and down, down...

They pair of them land with a stumble in a clearing on the side of a mountain, the air crisp and clean and the sight of a bustling city only a few miles away. The sun is setting on the horizon, casting the sky into a beautiful painting of oranges, reds, and purples, and all around the quiet sounds of nature provide a calm sort of tune to set the mood.

Frisk is pretty sure everyone had camped here, in one timeline.

Smiling, they turn to Sans to see his reaction before saying anything. They're not sure if he'll need a minute or not--usually everyone does, but normally the monsters haven't seen a sight like this in ages and ages. Compared to actually travelling through the stars, it's not nearly the breathtaking sight it could be otherwise.