Almost. [And again, without much warning, his scarf is being lifted to Frisk's face, wiping off the trail of snot and tears... albeit a little more gently than he'd managed before.] We keep moving. Whether or not we figure anything out doesn't matter at the moment. But staying put and cowering isn't going to make anything change.

[He pauses, pulling his scarf back to tuck it in on itself and keep the dirtied ends away from his face.]

Have you eaten anything?