"Rosethorn!" The relief comes through in Papyrus's voice. She always seems to turn up when he needs help the most, and she's been so good at untangling his problems, making them make sense. He has no doubt she can help with this too, somehow. "I'm... nearly done in here, and then I don't know! I should probably wash these clothes and start looking for him. It'd be just like him to get wedged in someplace and not bother to ask for help, the lazybones!"