“Oh. Right.” He did say that. It’s been a long day. He looks at Sans with absolutely crushing empathy. “Sorry that happened to you, sir.”

Shaking his head, he adds, “No. They never moved or anything. They’re just paintings, sir, they shouldn’t do anything.” He doesn’t ask if Sans is sure his magic is working correctly. He knows better by now. Instead, it’s time to think outside the box. “Could there be someone inside the rock, possibly?”