[Ah, he's got the hammer... Her eyes slowly slide from the weapon to him, back and forth. Doubt lingers. Would it be okay to hurt him? ... He's been so nice... but then... he'd understand, because he's nice... He'd like to be helped...]

Great Papyrus... You're so understanding... You always have been...

[She takes his hand, but then holds out her other hand.]

Give me the hammer... So I can help you. So I can heal you. Give it. To me.