[Frisk's twin looks more the worse for wear, and for a moment, Wade struggles with the urge to take them both into his arms; to rest his hands on their heads-- anything to assure them that things are going to be okay. But it's ultimately a futile gesture. He doesn't know enough about their plight to assure them of anything, and he's very much against lying to children.]

Okay. Good.

[A pause.]

Um. Thing is, this kinda thing only works with physical contact. [He winces.] Sorry-- I know how that sounds, but it's the truth. You're gonna have to touch me for it to work. Not anything big, just like... a hand on my arm or something.

Is... is that still okay? I mean, it's fine if it's not. We can always find... y'know. Another option. But this's the fastest way I know. Only takes a few seconds, I promise.